Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli & Wistful Dream]
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				Title: <strong>Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 07:48:15</strong>
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				The sun flashed off the Grand Canal as she lingered on one of the many bridges running through the glorious city of Venice; it was so beautiful here, romantic, idyllic, this place that had always been different from the rest of Europe. What would it have been like to be here in the 14th century when it was the height of the courtesan's day? To see famed poetess Veronica Franco who had bespelled the whole city, won the love of the Senator and survived the Inquisition. Such exciting times, when the world was so open and exciting. Though, the Honorable Miss Pierce did remind herself that the world was only exciting back then for women who were courtesan's, those of her class had little to no freedom, they were only things to be bartered for their family's good. <br><br>That though, was still happening. <br><br>"Come along Cadence, we can't be late, keeping artists waiting is never advised." Her aunt's voice broke through her thoughts and the girl shook her head to clear it before gathering her skirts and hastening after her aunt. Bridgette Pierce smiled warmly at her niece and Cadence returned the smile, letting the older woman thread their arms together as they set off through a fashionable street and into a plaza that over looked the Grand Canal. This artist must be very well off to afford such a location for his studio, but then that probably made him a lot of money in of itself; commerce and trade flourishing in this famed city of islands. Her thoughts had soured though, tinged with the knowledge that the three weeks she had to spend here were the last ones she would ever have to herself. She was being bartered for the family's good once they returned to England, though the promise of said barter had been made years ago. <br><br>Cadence smoothed her skirts as her aunt halted, glancing down at the calling card for the address, her startling clear blue eyes downcast. How old had she been when the betrothal had been agreed upon? Eight, maybe seven. Over half her life she had been aware that her life wasn't her own, it was her fiance's. Her family owed his family much though. In three weeks she would be Lady Bradford, how respectable. <br><br>Aunt Bridgette was tugging on her hand then, and Cadence glanced up to see the other woman laughing softly. "Stop with the melancholy thoughts, even if my sister and her husband have you all ready for a wedding in less then a month's time please try to enjoy yourself. You are not Lady Bradford yet, so we can be as scandalize as we like while in this city of sin. And to start that off you are going to have painting lessons with Mons. Ettore; you love painting, so I planned for you to have daily painting lessons around our sight seeing."<br><br>The girl blushed, her cheeks coloring with a pretty pink across the ivory of her properly pale skin, protected today by a parasol and a fashionable bonnet. Her lace gloved hands shifted on the handle of her parasol, nervous as her aunt guided her toward a building. "I...why are you doing this? Why bring me to Venice? And...well how did you convince Mother?" <br><br>That drew rich, husky laugh from her Aunt who winked at her as they went up the stairs inside a villa's courtyard. "First I reminded your mother of her Season and guilted her over the fact that you won't have one. Second I'm doing this, and I brought you here because you deserve a least a little romance and zest in your life before marriage. Since your fiance is a plod and a prat.."<br><br>"Aunt!" Cadence protested in a shocked tone only to get a tsk from the other woman. <br><br>"Its true Cadence dear, as I was saying, since he's a plod and a prat and because you are engaged and can't flirt with other young men I thought Venice, the city of romance, passion and art. Its a gift, one your Uncle was very happy to provide for you."<br><br>Cadence blushed again, though this one happier at the thought of her Uncle, the Duke of Atthington. Since they had stepped under a awning she lowered her parasol and closed it, reaching a hand up to brush her dark curls, raven silk gleaming in the sunlight, back into place under her bonnet and offer a soft smile to her aunt. "Is there a reason Uncle Jeremy didn't come with us?"<br><br>"Business, but he'll be coming in two weeks, for the last week he'll keep us company. How I wish things had been different, that Sarah had let us help...or that you had been mine." Her aunt squeezed her hand then and Cadence smiled, forcing a brighter cheer on her lips then she felt. It was a nice idea, but her parents were proud, rather sell their daughter then take on debt they had no true way to pay back even though the Duke would never ask it. <br><br>"Its okay Aunt, Lord Bradford is quiet a catch, I am most lucky." It earned a snort of contempt from her spirited, beautiful aunt, who had the same pale skin, bright blue eyes and raven black hair. She was a few inches taller then Cadence, and Cadence had a fuller figure, more curvy then willowy but it was easy to see that the two were related, with the same elegant and yet delicate features as well. <br><br>"Something like that, and ah, here we are. Mons. Ettore's studio." The other other rapped smartly on the door, Cadence settled her parasol in her hands before her, waiting for the door to open as she glanced around at her surroundings curiously wondering what the Mons. was like. Hopefully he was engaging and lively, though painting masters usually were older and set in their ways, still she would be a good student she promised herself. At least she had only worn a plain, if pretty pale blue day gown today, no need to worry about ruining something costly with paints. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Coreli</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 17:18:04</strong>
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				"She will be here any minute, you need to prepare for her arrival", said Marco, as he busied himself with cleaning Antony's brushes. <br><br>Marco was the apprentice of Antony Ettore, a well known painter who resided in Venice. He had been with Antony for many year, and in that time, they had become close friends. <br><br>"Tell me again why I am forced to provide lessons to these woman, who think that art is simply a hobby they can pick up while on holiday? Have I not reached a status where this is no longer needed? I simply don't have the time to spend babysitting", Antony replied, obviously impatient with the thought of spending the afternoon with another woman of means. <br><br>"Well, for several reasons, with the first being that her family has money, and people with money buy art", said Marco, "You know as well as I, that without patronage, you could very well end up painting landscapes for tourists down in the market square. Besides, I was told your new student was quite the beauty, so, please, clean up change, they will be here soon."<br><br>Antony covered his latest painting with a large cloth, and poured himself a glass of wine. "Fine, but don't think the promise of a beautiful girl will make this any more enjoyable. I will do what I have to for my art, but after this, no more lessons."<br><br>Antony thought of changing, but instead, chose to remain in his paint covered shirt and pants. He was comfortable, and felt no need to put on airs. In the end, he cared little for the games that he had to play to support himself, and preferred to do things his way. <br><br>He was liked by most men, and adored by women, but outside of the occasional women he shared his bed with, stayed clear of any worthwhile relationships. His art was his passion, and everything else was simply a distraction.<br><br>"Where is she Marco", he shouted, "I want to get this over with. Isabella will be here later&nbsp; to model for me, and so we are clear, I want to be left alone with her.<br><br>Marco knew what he meant by that, as he was rumored to have taken Isabella as one of his lovers.<br><br>"As you wish Antony, but please, be nice to your new student. She is engaged to a very wealthy man that could serve you well in the future. Her name is Cadence..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 20:54:40</strong>
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				The door was opened by a older woman, maid, housekeeper, wife? There were many possibilities but she smiled, her dark eyes lively and warm. Cadence let her aunt pull her into the studio, breathing in deeply the scent of the paints, canvas and that ofter elusive quality that simply was art. Her eyes glanced around, curious; but though the scent had carried into here it was a sitting room, likely for meetings with patron's in a manner that wouldn't infringe on the artist's work space. That made sense, though she would confess to herself slight disappointment at not being able to see the studio itself. <br><br>She was a proper young lady though, allowing the old Italian woman take her parasol along with her elegant bonnet once she had undone it. Her carefully put up curls revealed themselves then, large blue eyes looking around at the few paintings that decorated the sitting room. They were very well done, with a passion to them that seemed to radiate off the canvas. <br><br>Her aunt tugged on her hand before she could go wandering to stand closer to a painting, instead she settled down onto the couch with Bridgette, undoing the buttons of her gloves so she could remove them. "Why this particular artist Aunt?"<br><br>Bridgette smiled, leaning in with mischief in her eyes. "Because he is the toast of the city, passionate, and gossip has it handsome, rakish and a Titian come anew."<br><br>Cadence's cheeks colored at that, her eyes widening in surprise. "Handsome? And young then? Aunt...I'm engaged."<br><br>"Yes, I know, the world knows, your Lord has seen to that. But there is no reason you can't take art lessons, something you love, from a man that is dashing and handsome. Just another part of the gift dearest, now shush, he'll be coming in soon I'm sure and while I don't mind being forward I know you do."<br><br>It was enough to silence her for now, the girl glancing down at her gloves as she slowly pulled them off, smoothing them needlessly, nervously. Just what was Aunt Bridgette up to? She should go back to England.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Coreli</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 21:55:10</strong>
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				From the other room, Antony could hear Mrs. Giovani answering the door. "Ah, the princess arrives", he said jokingly to Marco. "I'm serious Marco, this is the last one.<br><br>Marco nodded, and continued with cleaning up the studio. "As you wish", he replied, "Just make sure you are on your best behavior."<br><br>Pausing for a moment, Antony did his best to put on his public persona - now regretting that he had not changed out of his work clothes. "Ciao, il benvenuto alla mia casa (Hello, and welcome to my home)", he said as he entered the room. "I apologize for my attire, but I am just coming from my studio."<br><br>Immediately she caught his eye when she looked up at him, his thoughts recalling what Marco had told him about her beauty. <br><br>"That will be all Mrs. Giovani", he said as he dismissed her from the room. He then took a seat across from the two ladies. "So, tell me, have you painted before, or will this be your first time?" <br><br>When he had to, Antony was both charming and attentive, but to his surprise, it came naturally in her presence. Yes, he had been around and with beautiful women before, but there was something about her that drew him in. He found himself studying the smoothness of her skin, the shape of her lips and curves of her body. <em>Please speak,</em> he thought to himself - wanting more than anything to hear her voice.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 23:00:53</strong>
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				Cadence neatly tucked her now discarded gloves into her purse, bright blue eyes lifting to focus on the man when he entered the room from his studio widening a bit to see him dressed so causally as well. It made sense, she told herself, he was a working artist, but to see a man in a loose and unbuttoned shirt wasn't something that was common for her and it made that pink rise in her cheeks again as she shifted on the couch hardly containing the urge to bite her lower lip. Her Aunt however seemed to have no such reservations, favoring the Mr. Ettore with a smile.<br><br>"Grazie for the welcome sir, I really am so grateful that you agreed to take on my niece as a student for the next three weeks. I am the Duchess of Atthington, if you need social title, though simply Bridgette works honestly. This " she gestured to the silent and very still young lady at her side. "Is my niece Miss Cadence Pierce."<br><br>Aware of what good manners required Cadence managed a smile, inclining her head ever so slightly before a sweet and melodic sound that was as soft as silk to the ears came from her lips. "How do you do Mr. Ettore." <br><br>She glanced at her aunt, the other woman nodding, before she answered the question he had posed. "I have painted for several years sir, though in finishing school it was only still lifes and landscapes, what is proper for a young woman. I..do enjoy portraiture and more mythological works, like the work of Rosa with his dragon's and witches, but I know its not proper for a young woman." she flushed, realizing she had said more then she meant to, her gaze going to her aunt again for guidance. The other woman just patted her hand with a slight smile, apparently with nothing to add. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Coreli</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 02:29:21</strong>
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				"Cadence", he said softly, as her name seemed to roll from his lips. "It is a pleasure to meet you... the both of you."<br><br>When she spoke, he leaned in a bit, anxious to hear what she would say. Surprisingly, she spoke with a knowledge of art that few of her status seemed to comprehend. He was pleased, but not overly impressed. <em>A novice</em>, he thought to himself, <em>but perhaps she has promise.</em> <br><br>"Well, I must warn you, that I do not adhere to what most would consider proper – at least when it comes to art. Here, you must learn to open yourself up, and trust your senses. If you feel this is not something that interests you, then I have other teachers I can recommend."<br><br>Antony was intrigued by the young woman sitting before him, but in the end, he would not spend his days babysitting anyone. If he was to teach her about art, then he would have to do it his way. Sitting back, he waited to see what she would say - his eyes locked to hers, unable to look away. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 02:39:31</strong>
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				His voice, she thought, was very nice, rich, accented as they spoke in English, a depth to it that made it so very masculine. Her aunt had clearly sought out a man meant to make her feel all the butterflies and wistfulness her fiance failed to inspire in her. Her gaze went to him and then lowered again, clearly shy as she twisted her engagement ring around her finger over and over again, a nervous gesture. <br><br>"I...this was my Aunt's idea sir, but...I think I would like that. I, well that is, Venetian art is so very inspired and has always been interesting to me. Especially that of Titian and his contemporaries, the focus of the female as the source of beauty. Its a nice bit of whimsy isn't it?" She spoke, not looking at him, her cheeks a bright pink that she was speaking of a painter that as a proper young lady she really shouldn't know very much about. "Particularly that the idea resurfaced during the Rococo and other art periods as well. I...that is, what would be the manner of subject matter that I learned of?" <br><br>She dared the question, glancing up at him and then down again; Bridgette must have sensed some of her nerves for she patted her hand and smiled at the artist. "Could we have a tour of your studio space Mr. Ettore? To see what you work on and with? If you two both agree to the lessons then I'll take myself out of your way, I doubt a man of your good standing would want a chaperone lingering about anyway."<br><br>Cadence was clearly shocked at that bit of info, her eyes going straight to her sponsor for this vacation with her full lips gaping a touch. "I..Aunt...are you sure that that is entirely proper?"
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				Post by: <strong>Coreli</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 03:08:09</strong>
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				As she spoke, his mood softened. There was more to her than what appeared, and with each word he grew more and more intrigued. When she spoke of Titian, she averted her eyes, with the hint of red that settled on her cheeks. "No need to guard your words with me Cadence, I rather enjoy hearing what you know, as it will help me to define what i will teach", he said, "And as far as what subject matter we will focus on, well, we will get to that in due time."<br><br>Responding to Bridgette's request, Antony stood and motioned for them to enter the hall leading towards his studio. When Cadence walked by him, he breathed in deeply - her fragrant scent catching him off guard when she passed. <br><br>Once in the studio, he removed the cloth from the large canvas that sat on an easel in the middle of the room. The painting was near completion, and the subject matter was a revealing nude. Immediately, he looked towards her... wondering how she would react.<br><br>"This is my latest work, which I was hoping to complete later today", he said softly, "Perhaps you would like to sit in on my final session with the model. Her name is Isabella, and she should be arriving shortly - that is, if it is OK with your Aunt. I think you might find it both educational and enlightening. If acceptable, you can retrieve her after 6."
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 03:18:15</strong>
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				Bridgette had to tug her from the couch, for the girl was rather shocked in that moment but she let her aunt lead her toward the door that lead into the studio, her throat working as she felt butterflies fill her. The idea of being alone with a handsome painter..why if that got back to England it would enraged Lord Samuel. But, her Aunt was trying to give her a gift, to allow her some small measure of living before she was wed into a loveless marriage. Biting her lower lip she decided to let go of the 'proper' and not for the moment, her eyes darting to the artist as he moved in behind her. <br><br>Would he like her soft amber scent? Or would he dislike any scents? She would have to dress and think carefully so not to offend or put him off his work. <br><br>In the studio her eyes moved around, taking in how his paints were set up, the model areas, the collection of primed canvases and other things. The lighting was wonderful in here, and the scent, she inhaled it happily, a soft smile on her lips though she wasn't aware of it. <br><br>The reveal of a large nude figure should have shocked her but it didn't, instead she stepped a touch closer, her blue eyes wide as she drank in the fluid form, the gesture elegant and yet sensual, the colors so rich. It was beautiful. Her face showed her admiration, it shone through in her eyes as her gaze went to Mr. Ettore when he spoke of watching him finish the painting. "Oh...I...would like that very much sir." <br><br>Bridgette was smiling and nodded her head at the artist and then patted her niece's hand. "Fabulous, now enjoy your scandal worthy art class dearest, I'm off to see about a rare book find." And with that the Duchess breezed out of the studio, leaving Cadence to glance shyly at the artist and then turn her attention back to the painting, finding it safer to examine, though the first moment of wonder was gone a a blush claimed a place on her cheeks.
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				Post by: <strong>Coreli</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 04:01:12</strong>
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				Pleased at her reaction to his work, Antony remained silent, but ever watching. He could see the look in her eyes as she gazed at the nude form on the canvas, and in her eyes, he saw something that brought a smile to his lips. <em>Could it be that she sees what few other see</em>, he thought.<br><br>He nodded at her response to his invitation to stay, and he looked forward to the beginning of her first lesson.<br><br>With Bridgette's departure, they were alone for the first time. He could sense her nerves as he approached her. "Are you afraid", he said softly, "There is no need to be. Isabella will be here shortly, and we will begin. Please make yourself comfortable once she arrives."<br><br>Just then Marco returned to the studio, and with him, was Isabella. "I thought you would be working alone today Antony", he said when he saw Cadence in the room. <br><br>"No, I have invited Cadence to sit in on our session", he replied. "Cadence, this is my apprentice, Marco, and as you may have guessed, this is Isabella.<br><br>Isabella eyed Cadence, unsure of what to make of her. She had planned to spend the afternoon with the artist, and was not pleased to have company. She wore a bright red dress that was low cut, exposing her cleavage in a way that Cadence would have never known in her world. She was also shapely, with full hips, and long black hair that cascaded down over her shoulders. She was sexy, and she knew it, and even with her suspicious looks at Cadence, she remained cordial. <br><br>Marco excused himself, but not before looking at Antony with a puzzled look. <em>What was he thinking,</em> he thought.<br><br>"Please Cadence, take a seat there on the couch while I get Isabella set", he said. "It is crucial that the scene be exact, so there are no variations with the light"<br><br>As he spoke, he approached his model - his hands reaching up to gently slide the straps of her dress from her shoulders. Isabella stared into his eyes as her dress fell to the floor - her dark skin now exposed before them. Antony's hands drifted down her arms before motioning for her to climb up onto the makeshift bed. Once there, she laid out before him - his hands reaching up to position her. <br><br>Isabella's breasts rose and fell with her labored breaths - her excitement hard to hide. <br><br>Pleased with her position, Antony moved to his canvas, and began mixing his paints before applying his brush...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 04:44:02</strong>
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				He came so close to her, with that scent of paint and male that instinctively she stiffened, her body language wary even as her eyes stayed on the painting rather then turn to the man. His softly spoken words earned a nod, her cheeks flushed with pink as she took a step back from the painting and away from Mr. Ettore when two others arrived. The sultry beauty of his model didn't seem all that happy to see another young woman there but Cadence was a pale blossom against the other woman's more vibrant appeal she though to herself, giving Isabella a soft shy smile that showed some of those thoughts. <br><br>She dipped a slight curtsy to Marco and Isabella both before retreating toward the couch that the artist had gestured toward and perching on it. Her hands smoothed her pale blue skirts over her knees, eyes downcast and cheeks pink. She would have to get over being so easily flustered if she was going to learn to paint nudes. Nudes. She was going to paint nudes. She almost wanted to giggle to herself at the thought; she was a most proper young English woman, she didn't even look at herself nude and now she was going to watch a artist paint a nude female. <br><br>Her eyes fluttered up, catching the way that Isabella clearly wanted more of Mr. Ettore's touch; they must be lovers. Cadence shifted on the couch, a touch uncomfortable and dropped her gaze again, wondering if perhaps she really was cut out for this. <br><br>"Wh...what colors do you use in your palette Mr. Ettore?" She inquired, seeking for a subject that was neutral enough. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Coreli</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 05:04:25</strong>
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				Once his brush hit the canvas, he was no longer in the room - his focus now entirely on the image before him. His strokes were both powerful and deliberate, his destination known with no hint of reservation.<br><br>Then, from the silence of the room, he heard her voice. At first he was annoyed that she would interrupt him, but when he turned to chastise her, he was once again reminded of her beauty - her eyes making him feel a longing that he could not explain.<br><br>"My colors are random in selection, based on how I feel, and what the painting demands. It tells me what is needed, and I merely comply. It's something I learned long ago. To listen first, then the answers will follow"<br><br>Isabella laid silent before him, her curves smooth and shinning in the afternoon light. "Cadence, if you would... please adjust the blanket beneath Isabella. It has crumpled, and needs to be smoothed out." <br><br>Antony smiled to himself, knowing that this would most likely place her in a position she had never imagined.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 06:35:25</strong>
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				Cadence blushed again when he looked at her, feeling bad for having interrupted him as was clear when he took some time to speak; she should remember that artists didn't like to be pestered she supposed. But how was one to learn without asking a question? The English girl nodded at what he told her, wondering at such a instinctive method, that was nothing she had ever heard of before. <br><br>The order to go smooth the blanket made her start, blue eyes going wide in her features before she nodded and got to her feet, making herself walk calmly as if he had asked her to open a window rather then near the nude, beautiful model he was painting. Her eyes stayed on the floor, not meeting his gaze or the other woman's as she smoothed the blanket out just so. <br><br>She was quick to retreat then, smartly back to her seat, hands clasped together and with no intention to speak again until spoken to. 
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				Post by: <strong>Coreli</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 02:57:37</strong>
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				Antony could feel her nervousness, and it brought a small smile to his face to see her scurry back to her seat. She was undoubtedly a woman - with her full breasts and delightful curves, but her shyness made her come across like a school girl. He was still undecided if she was worth the trouble, but for the moment, he was intrigued.<br><br>After several hours had passed, Antony dropped his brush into a large bottle of turpentine, stood back, and stared at his work. "It is done", he said softly to himself, as he walked towards Isabella - motioning for her to get up. He then grabbed hold of her dress and helped to slide it back down over her body. "I am going to walk Isabella out Cadence, and will return shortly".<br><br>Just after walking through the door, Antony pressed Isabella against the wall and kissed her - his hands grasping her breasts, as a slight moan escaped her lips. "Shhhh", he whispered to her, "I'm sorry, but not today..." Isabella whimpered, as she reached down to grab hold of his cock. "Are you sure, Antony", she said softly, "I don't mind if she hears".<br><br>Antony thought for a moment, then pulled her hand away. "No, not today", he said in Italian, just in case Cadence could hear them. "I would love nothing more than to be inside of you right now, but not today".<br><br>Isabella, visibly annoyed by his response, pulled away from him and walked towards the door. "Fuck you Antony... I hope you enjoy your new student."<br><br>She slammed the door when she exited, Antony turning to return to the studio. <br><br>SO, what did you learn today Cadence", he said, as he stormed back in.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 06:25:01</strong>
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				She watched him work, silent, curious; it was amazing to watch someone paint, fascinating really to see how something came so alive on the canvas. But this wasn't what she had imagined when she had been told she was having art lessons. There was no canvas for her to touch, no paint for her to apply. But she relaxed, slowly, back into the couch and tilted her head slightly, her blue eyes following his movements and noting how he brought life to his work. <br><br>When he discarded his brush she sat up bone straight again, hands neatly folded in her lap and merely nodded at the information that he was going to walk the other woman out. She couldn't help but feel that perhaps it was her he should be walking out, to give Isabella the alone time she clearly wanted. <br><br>Cadence lowered her eyes, smoothing her skirts over her legs needlessly; the picture of a proper young woman as Mr. Ettore returned to the room, clearly in a bad mood. She gathered from the way the other woman had looked at him and the tone of voices outside the door that Isabella had wanted something, likely, well sex, and the painter had sent her away. She could see why that would sour both of their moods and sighed inwardly at herself for being in the way. His question did draw her eyes upward again, thoughtful, beautiful blue gaze fixed on him. <br><br>"I learned that you paint darker first and then lighter, that you really do move instinctively, you never seemed to hover long over one particular area. And I learned...that well perhaps next time Isabella comes to pose for you it would be best if I were not in attendance." The last came out nervously and her eyes moved downward again, her hands clasping together. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Coreli</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 15:33:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Antony listed to her with great interest. She surprised him with her grasp of the what he had told her, and the more she spoke, the more she drew him in. Slowly, he felt himself drawn to her, and before he even knew it, he was standing next to her. <br><br>Reaching out, he ran his fingers down the side of her face - his eyes studying every inch of her skin. "Have you ever been told how beautiful you are Cadence? I would love to paint you if you would do me the honor of posing. You have radiant skin, and the most mysterious eyes..."<br><br>As the words left him, he realized how forward his remarks had been, but that was nothing new for Antony. He was a man who was used to getting what he wanted, and when he wanted something, he was more than willing to make that fact clear.<br><br>"Perhaps tomorrow?" he asked, though it was more of a statement than a request. "Do this for me, and I will teach you all you are willing to learn."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 18:39:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had been so focused on looking no where but her lap that she was surprised when his touch caressed her cheek. Her heart stopped in shock even as she look up at him with wide eyes, heart picking up again only to race as she pulled back from his touch with very flushed cheeks and shifted as much away from him as she could. It had felt nice to feel his talented fingers against her skin, that she could confess to herself but she was still a engaged young woman. <br><br>"I...that is thank you Mr. Ettore; it is remarked upon often by my fiance Lord Bradford, he is most pleased with his choice in wife." Inwardly she winced, oh yes, those were words of passion but it still they reminded her and hopefully him that she was not here to be flirted with. <em>Though it is a pity...</em><br><br>The request for her to pose made her eyes widen and a spark of anger showed in them as well as shock even as she shook her head. "What you ask is entirely improper Mr. Ettore, I am a young woman of a noble family. I...can not lay aside my modesty in the manner of Isabella, who is by far more beautiful then I."<br><br>Her gaze darted to the clock, wondering at the time before she glanced back at him, still so tempted, to learn how to paint like he did...oh what a glory that would be. But for what? For three weeks that she could actually paint anything she wanted rather then the still lifes and landscapes that were proper. "Perhaps..if it was clothed it might be okay though."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Coreli</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 20:19:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Antony smiled at her request to be clothed. "I don't recall asking you to pose nude", he said with a slight laugh, "Although, if you were ever so daring, I would gladly enjoy the privilege. No, I was referring to a portrait, and nothing more."<br><br>Walking back to his canvas, he covered it with a large sheet, and went about cleaning his brushes. "That is all for today", he said in a dismissive tone. "Be here at 4 tomorrow evening if you wish to continue. If I do not see you, then I will assume you have chosen to study elsewhere. Antony did not look at her as he spoke. He hoped she would return, but if not, then he would move on. If she did, then he would continue her education.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 02:28:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I..that is..." his response, the laugh cut into her; the girl blushed and flinched a touch, drawing into herself even as her lips thinned and she got to her feet. Her hands smoothed down her skirts neatly as she glared at the artists back. "You will get no such privilege from me Mr. Ettore, my charms are for one man alone and you certainly are not him."<br><br>She tried to make the words as cutting as his words and laugh had been to her, mocking her for her innocence and misunderstanding; he was not a very kind man. Maybe it would be better to find another teacher, someone gentler. Cadence turned on her hell and left the studio, thanking the old woman who served as a maid as she brought her her bonnet, purse and parasol. Inwardly muttering to herself she tied her bonnet on and accepted her other affects before leaving the studio, pulling out her gloves as she went and tugging them on. <br><br>By the time she reached the street her temper seemed more settled, she was much too much a mild person to stay angry long. Still, even if Mr. Antony Ettore was handsome and talented he didn't have to be so very vexing. Her Aunt was waiting for her though, with a bundle of books and a smile; Cadence returned the smile and let herself be carried off for dinner at a delightful little bistro and then a night of playing cards and discussing novels, thinking very little of her new painting teacher until she was laying in her bed before sleep. And then she sighed, telling herself that she would give him one more try before she decided. That settled the girl drifted off into slumber.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Coreli</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 22:02:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For some reason, Antony could not rid Cadence from his thoughts. Yes, she was beautiful, but something about her seemed to grab his imagination. Now, he found himself hoping she would return. <em>Perhaps I was too tough on her</em>, he thought. But then, that was his way. He knew he could only be who he was, and if she chose to find another teacher, then it was probably best. Deep down though, he longed to see her again.<br><br>Antony awoke late the next day, and though he tried to work, found himself uninspired. He knew now that he had found his muse, even though he had sent her away. Now, all he could do was wait.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 06:23:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was with no little nerves that she dressed for her next 'lesson' with Mr. Ettore, choosing a pretty white fawn gown off set with touches of gentle blue that flattered her eyes. Her hair she pinned up properly and neatly into place, her gloves tugged on and armed with her parasol she accepted the gondola her aunt hired to take her to the plaza that the artist had his studio off of. Apparently Bridgette trusted her to do as she liked and simply go to the artist and come back again; it was a good thing Cadence had few wild impulses she mused as the gondola man handed her out of the boat and onto the solid ground again. She tipped him with a bit of pocket change before making her way toward the artist's studio, parasol up to guard her pale skin against the sun. <br><br>A knock on the door had it opening, with the same serving woman as the day before. Cadence gave her a slight smile, tugging off her gloves as she handed over her parasol before undoing her bonnet and entrusting that as well to the woman's care. <br><br>She took a moment to breath in and steal herself for his slightly offensive and unsettling manner, smoothing her hands over her dress to make certain the garment laid properly before she glided toward the studio door. The girl opened it silently and slipped inside, glancing around for him and finding no sight of the man. It was 4 sharp, she could tell that from the clock. "Mr. Ettore?" Her voice called out softly, hoping she wasn't disturbing him. Heavens, what if he and his Isabella were coupling since she had stormed out the day before? Oh this could be so awkward. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Coreli</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 06:35:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing her voice, Antony smiled to himself. Suddenly his spirits were lifted and he had the desire to work. Entering the studio, he paused as his eyes took in the lovely image before him.<br><br>"So, you decided to return after all?", he said, as he pulled a large white canvas from the corner of the room. "Good, the light will change soon, so if you would, please have a seat on the stool". <br><br>He moved quickly, setting up the canvas, and mixing his paints - his need to create overwhelming him. "Now, sit straight, and try not to move", he said, as he moved towards her. "May I?"<br><br>Then, without waiting for a reply, he placed his hands around her waist and positioned her. He then, reached up and ran his fingers across her face, adjusting her slightly until satisfied with her pose. "Now, we can begin."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 06:43:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was just as brisk as yesterday, a concentrated force of creative energy. Cadence felt a bit stunned to have him focus on her like that, rather then the day before when she had just been an observer now she was a important part of his creation process. Her cheeks flushed with a blush at that thought but she moved to obey and take a seat on the stool, watching with curious eyes as he dragged out a canvas and moved with such a intensity. He was rather..captivating in his own way, all that energy, that brilliance. <br><br>When Antony started to touch her she stiffened, eyes widening in shock but she didn't fight him as he shifted her for his painting. It was still something to wrap her mind around that she was going to be inspiring a piece of art. His touch sent something through her and she didn't dare move outside of a slight nod at his words of starting to paint. She didn't want to mess up the pose he had set her in. <br><br>And words seemed a bad idea with him, it only lead to her being vexed. She held herself in place, focusing on that and nothing else. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Coreli</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 07:03:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Back at his canvas, Antony grabbed a worn piece of charcoal and began sketching her. His eyes were focused and determined, and his hands moved quickly across the surface before him. After some time, he tossed the charcoal aside, and with a brush in one hand and a palette in the other, he began to add color. First light shades of yellows , the reds, then blues... each layer building upon another until the white that had just existed was no more. <br><br>"No, more red", he said to himself, "Now, a little more blue". <br><br>Lost in the moment, he looked up and paused. "The light is changing", he said softly, as he moved towards Cadence once more. Reaching up to turn her face, he suddenly became lost in her eyes - his paint covered fingers lingering against her cheek. "Beautiful", he said softly, as he brushed back a strand of hair from her face - her sweet smell causing him to move even closer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 01:20:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It helped to focus on her breathing, to sink into it and block him out, though she was still stiff, aware of him, aware of how she really shouldn't be here posing for a artist, ignore how his manners should be sending her in the other direction. She was going to be a work of art, though wasn't that already what she was? Something to be owned, possessed, bartered and valued. Not a full person, not passionate. She couldn't be passionate like he was; and likely couldn't paint like him either. <br><br>Her ears picked up his murmurs but she offered nothing back; at least not until he was suddenly there again, touching her cheeks. She felt the warmth of his hands, the slightly sticky sensation of paint on his fingers smearing into her skin. Cadence's eyes widened as she tilted her head back, looking up at him with her lips slightly parted. <br><br>She knew that she should move away from him; that she shouldn't let him get so close but there was something about him that made her freeze, those intense fascinating eyes. She seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, her cheeks flushed with soft color as the sun lit up her flawless features and made her bright blue eyes sparkle. "I...Mr. Ettore you are...very close." it was a weak protest, and not really a protest but it was the best she could offer. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Coreli</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 00:23:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shhh...", he said softly, as her eyes looked up at him. "Enough words mio bello". Then, unable to resist the temptation any longer, he leaned in and placed his lips upon hers.<br><br>Never before had someone tortured his thoughts in such a way, and in this single moment, his art and his muse had become one. <br><br>With his mouth on hers, his hand cradled the back of her delicate neck, as a soft moan escaped him. His other hand wrapped around her waist and held her there - her body now seeming to give in to his advances.<br><br>Antony had kissed many women, but this was different, and as his tongue moved softly against hers, he lifted her gently into his arms and carried her to the large sofa near the window. There, the light poured into the room lazily, as a cool breeze danced in, accompanied by the distant sounds from the canals below.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 07:36:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cadence told herself she would pull away as he leaned in, that she would rebuke him with the words he said weren't needed, that she would be proper. Instead she found herself frozen as the temperamental painter set his lips against hers. Her breath rushed out of her, his paint stained hands smearing the colors into her skin as he cradled her neck and held her to him. She didn't pull away though, trembling as he kissed her so surely. The girl had never felt such passion on lips before and found herself enthralled by it. <br><br>She shifted on her stool, shocked with herself. Her lips parted, softly, shyly in welcome as their tongues danced together. She told herself that it was no more an issue then the kisses other young men had stolen over the years; but she sensed that with the painter it was very different indeed. <br><br>Sense, good sense at least, didn't seem to break through that hazy surprise, that want to think of this as nothing as the artist picked her up so easily, carrying her over to the sofa under the window where the beautiful afternoon light spilled down onto them both and seemed to make them glow. Her blue eyes were wide as she looked at him, tilting her head back to do so. She felt the warm sun, the cool breeze, smelled him, masculine, simple, and the paints and canvases of his creation. It was like some hidden heaven she had never known existed. "I...Mr. Ettore we...I'm engaged sir." the words stumbled, she felt almost guilty for breaking the silence he had urged her to keep but even as she murmured them she realized her shields were just words, so flimsy and she wanted to learn, to know the passion that danced in his eyes, whether it was through painting or kisses. It was only kisses.<br><br>Only kisses. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Coreli</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 21:12:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Antony was lost in the moment when he heard her mention that she was engaged. <em>What fool thought he could possess such a beautiful flower,</em> he thought to himself, as he again brought a finger to her lips. "Oggi, lei è il mio. mi dà e domani lei qualunque cosa può ritornare la vita lei sa." <em>(Today, you are mine. give yourself to me, and tomorrow you can return to whatever life you know.)</em>, he said, unsure if she even understood the words.<br><br>With the skilled hands of an artist he quickly unfastened the top of her dress, and slide it down over her shoulders. He moved quickly, and before she could protest, he had her dress off - with only a thin silk slip covering her body.<br><br>Standing above her, his eyes traced the curves of her body, crawling on top of her - his lips finding hers in the deepest of kisses. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 05:27:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her breath caught when his finger laid against her lips, he was touching her so familiarly, as if she were naught but one of his models and not engaged at all. Her breath came too fast as her language skills gave her a hint of what he had said. His? She couldn't be, she was Lord Bradford's by oath and pledge. Opening her lips to protest once more she was astounded as he managed to unfasten her day gown, sliding it off her body as if it were naught but a slip of material when it took her forever to get into it each day. Her shift, corset and drawers were still in place though, and of course her garters and their stockings. <br><br>She trembled, shaking like a leaf as he claimed her lips again in a drugging kiss that addled her wits until she broke it, pressing her hands against his torso, her blue eyes too big in her face as she shook her head. "I...I can't I must remain a maiden Mr. Ettore, my family will be shamed if I do anything else!" <br><br>Cadence tried to shift around him, groping for her gown; she wanted his kisses, she wanted to learn from him. But her family's future rided on her's, and giving herself to a Venetian painter, however brilliant was not something of which they would approve. "I...am so sorry Mons. Ettore, I...wish I could." came the soft, fleeting whispers of confession from her now kiss swollen lips. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Coreli</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 06:13:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Antony could feel her scrambling beneath him as she attempted to gather her things. She was sexy in her undergarments though, and it only made him want her more. He was tempted to take her, then and there, but he wanted more than that. He wanted her to give herself to him freely. <br><br>Frustrated, he turned his back to her, and motioned for her to dress. <br><br>"The lesson is over", he said softly, "Now, please go, I have work to do."<br><br>He was cold in his tone, but it was all he could give at the moment. He cared little for convention and etiquette, and could not understand the denying of passion. <em>Perhaps I should just move on, and let her go back to the life she was destined for,</em> he thought... but still, he wanted her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Una Seduzione Ribelle [Coreli &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 06:32:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he pulled away and turned his back on her some part of her heart sank. The coldness in his tone, the stark works were like slaps to her face and she stiffened, her mouth parted in a 'o' of shock and eyes wide. But she recalled herself and gathered her clothing back around her, fleeing his studio without it perfectly arranged. She found the powder room and tugged back on her gown, crying softly to herself. <br><br>With trembling hands she fixed her mused hair and wet a handkerchief to scrub the pain off her neck and cheeks where his hands had put it. Her eyes were red with from weeping and her lips swollen but she could plead that off to allergies perhaps. <br><br>Retrieving her outer things from where they were kept she left his building, clattering down the steps and out into the plaza. Cadence snapped her parasol open and stopped, inhaling deeply before flagging down a gondola to carry her back to her aunt's hotel. She shouldn't have come, she shouldn't go back. She wouldn't, she promised herself that. Nothing good to come of being alone with the impossible painter.
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