Holy Matrimony
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				Title: <strong>Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 09:22:43</strong>
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				Sean Morgan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=45831.msg3980340#msg3980340) arrived at the restaurant first, straight from work, and used the time to unwind and relish the anticipation of the evening ahead. Tall, strongly built, he moved with a tiger's easy grace to his table for two under one of the great arched windows that showed a vista of the gardens outside, the stars dimly twinkling as the city lights washed them out in a riot of colour. A dashing figure in the suit he'd carefully kept spotless, his autumn-coloured hair was brushed back but tumbled to his collar, his normally piercing gaze unfocused as he daydreamed, a faint smile touching his lips. He was the sort of man who attracted his fair share of thoughtful gazes from women and envious looks from men (and vice versa, in a few cases), but he paid them no heed, his attention on the woman who had yet to arrive. He exuded confidence and animal magnetism, with just a soupçon of danger for spice.<br><br>(http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5004/5237541602_da5d38097e.jpg)<br><br>Galileo's was the <em>chic</em>est restaurant in town; pricey, but it wasn't every say that you got to celebrate your second wedding anniversary. Sean smiled as he sipped his sparkling water. Two years. 730 days – no, 731; it was a leap year. He relished the memory of that extra day, another 24 hours to share with her. He could count the number of days they hadn't woken up in each other's arms on his fingers; her hair knotted around his fist, her lips on his skin, his hands on her body, tracing her tattoos. Even when business trips or the like kept them apart, it only seemed to make the reunion sex more explosively passionate. He had heard some people ask, how did you keep the spark alive after the first year? The answer, as Sean saw it, was simple. Find someone who craved the same things as you, and give it to them, over and over, as hard as they could take, in every way you could imagine.<br><br>But it was more than the sex, as constantly exhilarating as that was. She was his other half, his better half, everything he needed to be complete. Her Argentine fire pressed when he would let things slide; her wise calm let things go when he would obsess. She was grounded where he was prone to blue-sky thinking, and open to flights of fancy on matters he could only see prosaicly. She could seduce him all over again with one of her looks; a single, provocative tango step; one bite of a home cooked meal, served on a plate she had made herself.<br><br>Sean shifted in his seat, glancing towards the door. He knew she would take a little longer to arrive. Unlike him, she'd have to clean the day's work off her hands and change from school clothes to a dress. The man reached into his pocket, fingering the small remote control unit hidden there. He hoped she was wearing the anniversary present he'd bought her, the new toy... that would make dinner so very, wickedly entertaining, and serve as an appetiser to the night to come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 01:06:13</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Milagros Bello-Morgan (http://i747.photobucket.com/albums/xx116/fauxgateau/Characters/2nlvdy8.jpg) was a high school ceramics teacher by day. As she came through the garage entrance to her kitchen she sighed, noticing she had clay in her long, dirty blonde hair. She tried to pin it up every day, but it just didn't always work out the way she planned it. She glanced at the clock, wondering if she had enough time to shower before she met her husband, Sean, at the restaurant. They were celebrating their anniversary tonight, and she didn't want to be late. She had enough time to shower if she hurried. <br><br>Milagros took the stairs up to the bedroom two at a time, stripping as she went into the bathroom to turn on the shower. She threw her clothes in the laundry hamper and turned to look at herself in the mirror for a moment. Her hair was, as it often was, haphazard around her face. Her tattoos (http://i747.photobucket.com/albums/xx116/fauxgateau/Characters/14tvreg.jpg) covered a large part of her person in colorful disarray, and there was clay smeared across her right cheek. She sighed and turned back to the shower, feeling the temperature with her fingertips before stepping inside. She bathed quickly, mostly just trying to get herself clay-free. She turned off the water and reached for a towel as she stepped onto the bath mat. The bathroom tiles and mirror were covered in steam already, and she opened the door to the bedroom to let some of the steam out. <br><br>As she padded over to the bureau, she noticed a small parcel and a note. She smiled at the early anniversary present and reached for it, unwrapping it thoughtfully. It shouldn't have surprised her that it was a butterfly, after all she did enjoy vibrating toys. What was interesting about it was that it was entirely wirelessly remote controlled, and the controller was missing. The slip of paper only read two words: "Wear Me". So she slipped into the small plastic straps, positioning the toy the way it was meant to be before putting on her lingerie, bra, garter belt, thigh highs, panties, and a mahogany taffeta evening gown (http://www.vipoccasions.com/images/evening-gown.jpg) with matching heels before slipping out the door. <br><br>When she arrived at Galileo's, she scanned the room for her husband before spotting him. The sight of him lit up her face with a smile and she sauntered over to him slowly before sitting at his chosen table. "Hi, baby."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 09:35:01</strong>
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				Sean's reaction was, if anything, more intense than Milagros'. At once, he stopped rolling his glass against the coaster, letting it settle out of his suddenly loose hand, his head tilting up to gaze at her. His eyes, matching hers in colour and temperament flared with love, desire, adoration, admiration, and he gave her a smile that was equal parts love-struck boy and smouldering sexual predator. He stared openly at her, drinking in the way the dress hugged her small yet curvaceous body, eyes tracing and caressing the gorgeous tattoos she flaunted on her arms and shoulders.<br><br>He rose, moving towards her so his tuxedo fell around his frame in its own way. Towering just a hair under a full foot over her, Sean took her strong but feminine sculpter's hands in his own powerful grip, pulling her against him as if they were dancing. The flesh was hard under his suit, broad shouldered, slim waisted, hard stomach and muscular embrace. His arms moved possessively around her as he looked down, strands of long auburn hair falling around his sharp, straight featured face, the slight curl contrasting with the lines of his jaw and cheeks. Sean caressed her lower back and ran his fingers along one arm, idly stroking her inkwork as he looked deep into her eyes.<br><br>“Mila,” he murmured. “My little Miracle.” His favourite term of endearment for her, a reference to the translation of her first name. Without taking his eyes from hers, he slowly lowered his head, bringing firm lips down decisively to hers. Sean's fingers dug into her back just a little as they kissed, the undying spark of love crackling through his as it did every time.<br><br>“Happy anniversary, baby,” he murmured against her mouth, his hand coming up to stroke back her blonde locks. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 07:11:46</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Mila loved it when her husband touched her. Even better when he kissed her. She licked his bottom lip gently - a quick flick of the tongue that she hoped the other restaurant patrons wouldn't notice - as she kissed her husband, trying to keep her passion for him appropriate for the setting they were in. She allowed him to help her into her seat across from him, smiling brilliantly from the other side of the table. "Hi, baby. Happy Anniversary. How are you?" She always asked after him, asked about his day. She was considerate like that, and genuinely interested in him - even if she wasn't so much interested in investment banking. <br><br>She unfolded the napkin that was sitting on her plate, shaking it out delicately and placing it on her lap. "My student told me the funniest thing today. Probably not the most appropriate joke for a classroom setting, but it was too funny to be upset over."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dirigible</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 23:38:56</strong>
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				A small, nearly subsonic growl vibrated Sean's mouth as Milagro teased him with her tongue. He <em>adored</em> the little things that only she knew, the little secrets and ways of arousing him without cluing anyone else in that increased his ardour and left him as ravenous for her as he was for dinner. Once she was seated, he saw her placing the napkin and reached down as if to help her. His true goal, however, was to slowly slide his hands across her thighs through the napkin and her dress, his fingers dragging almost across her crotch out of sight of the other patrons. He kissed the crown of her head briefly, before moving back around the table and folding into his seat, watching her wit a slight smile and enraptured eyes.<br><br>“The usual,” he shrugged in answer to her <em>pro forma</em> question about work. “I make imaginary numbers run around in circles, and if I do it right they're bigger at the end than when I started, but no less imaginary. I'm just glad I have something real to come home to at the end of it.” Sean reached over, his fingertips brushing the back of her hand. He raised his eyebrows at her comment about the joke. “Tell me.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Holy Matrimony</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rochester</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 08:44:53</strong>
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				She listened to him talk about work. The money game he played every day was so different from her own job. She always asked though, always listened. Always wanted to know about him. "Okay, so this guy goes to see his doctor and says 'You've got to help me, doc. I'm obsessed with sex!' His doctor tells him to calm down, and says 'Okay, we'll test this with some pictures. You just tell me the first thing that comes to mind when I show you the picture.' So he shows the man a picture of a cardboard box, and the man says it makes him think of sex. Then the doctor shows him a picture of a typewriter and the man says it makes him think of sex. Finally the doctor concedes. 'Alright, sir. I think you're right. You're obsessed with sex.' He says. And the man looks perplexed. 'Me?!' He says to the doctor, 'You're the one showing me all the dirty pictures!!'" Mila grinned as she finished the joke, remembering her student telling it in class, unaware that she could hear him. 
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