A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)
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				Title: <strong>A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 05:41:29</strong>
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				Thomas Cross blinked as his maid walked into the den where he was reading, whiling away the early afternoon with a good book, and cleared her throat to get his attention.&nbsp; "Yes, Elise?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the rather perplexed look on her face before slipping a bookmark into the tome and closing it.&nbsp; Dressed in gray sweatpants and a navy blue sweater (a gift from his mother the Christmas before she passed away), his athletic build was masked by the bulky clothes.&nbsp; He stood up, frowning at her quizzically, and ran a hand through his sandy brown hair, worn just on the long side of business appropriate, and his gray eyes reflected his concern at whatever was bothering her.<br><br>"There's a... package... from your father here, sir.&nbsp; And a couple of gentlemen to deliver it."&nbsp; Elise Pierre, dressed practically and comfortably in jeans and a sweatshirt instead of the uniform his father might have put her in, was two decades older than her employer, with gray at her temples despite her otherwise dark hair and considerable regard for the young man who had inherited her contract from his mother.<br><br>"A... package?" Thomas replied skeptically, taking off his reading glasses and hanging them from the front of his collar by one ear piece.&nbsp; She nodded.&nbsp; "Why do I have the feeling I'm not going to like what's in that package?"&nbsp; His voice made it clear that the question was purely rhetorical, and Elise didn't bother answering, knowing both that tone and the expression on his face.&nbsp; Neither was particularly fond of Thomas's father or his profession.&nbsp; The sort of package he might send ranged from bad to worse, generally.&nbsp; "Well, I suppose we'd best find out what got the old bastard sent me, and then get his goons off the property," he said, resigned.&nbsp; He led the way to the foyer of his home, looking at the two 'gentlemen' his father had sent to handle the delivery.&nbsp; Both were dressed somewhat shabbily, in ill-fitting suits, although despite his considerable wealth, Thomas Cross wasn't generally one to judge based on something like that.&nbsp; It was the faint smell of cigarettes that reached his nostrils and the sniggers they produced when he walked in that annoyed him.&nbsp; "Gentlemen.&nbsp; Miss Pierre said you have something for me."&nbsp; His voice was hard and his expression harder, completely unlike the friendly, casual manner he'd used with Elise.<br><br>"Yeah, Mister Gaines.&nbsp; Daddy sent you a present, real pretty one.&nbsp; You'll like it," the shorter of the two answered, showing off his yellow teeth.&nbsp; Thomas didn't answer beyond a raised eyebrow, the sort of expression both of them knew "Get to the point, <em>now</em>" with his father, and he swallowed.&nbsp; "Right, right.&nbsp; We'll just go get it."&nbsp; They left, then returned a few minutes later, carrying... a girl.&nbsp; &nbsp;No, a young woman, a bit younger than the 24 years Thomas had seen, and she was bound with silk rope, had a ball gag in her mouth, and was completely unconscious, probably drugged.&nbsp; Dressed only in a sheer, baby blue silk negligee, it was clear exactly what she was supposed to be.&nbsp; "Here it is.&nbsp; Like I said, real pretty, eh?"&nbsp; He sniggered again.<br><br>Elise gasped behind him, one hand raised to her mouth, but Thomas's face just got stony, looking like a flesh tone statue.&nbsp; "Give her to me, then get out.&nbsp; Both of you," he grated, voice low and dangerous.&nbsp; Taking the girl in his arms and cradling her, he watched them beat a hasty retreat and drive off, then turned to Elise with a sigh.&nbsp; "Get the door, would you?&nbsp; I'm going to take her to one of the guest rooms."&nbsp; She nodded and he went to the stairwell, then climbed them carefully, mindful of the young woman he was carrying before going into one of the three spare rooms.&nbsp; Setting his burden down, the master of the house left for a moment, then returned wearing gloves and undid the ropes binding her, then removed the ball gag and turned down the covers.&nbsp; Picking her slim form up again, Thomas eased her under them, then tucked her in.&nbsp; He jumped when Elise put a hand on his shoulder.<br><br>"Should I call our... friends, sir?" she asked softly, looking down at the unconscious young woman.<br><br>Thomas nodded.&nbsp; "Sure, but make sure they know she's still out, and I'm not sure if she'll want to talk to them.&nbsp; We don't even know who she is."&nbsp; He looked down at the bondage gear on the blanket and sighed.&nbsp; "I'll put this in a tub or something for them to try and get some forensics off of."<br><br>"Hence the gloves," Elise commented.<br><br>"Exactly."&nbsp; Thomas picked the ropes and gag up, starting to leave, then paused.&nbsp; "If she's still out in a few hours, we'll have to take her to the hospital."&nbsp; He sighed.&nbsp; <em>Well, at least Father may've finally screwed up for them to get what they need to nail him,</em> he thought to himself as he left.&nbsp; "She's probably pretty skittish about men right now, so if you'd sit in with her...?" he asked.<br><br>Elise nodded and smiled.&nbsp; "Of course.&nbsp; And sir... you're doing the right thing."<br><br>"I know, Elise.&nbsp; I just hope it's soon enough..."&nbsp; Thomas sighed again and left, followed by Elise.&nbsp; Where he went to the kitchen to get something to store the evidence in, she simply ducked into her room and grabbed a book of her own, then returned to the girl's room, settling in to wait for her to awaken.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 09:12:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/iconofroses/LanaraBailey.png)</div> <br>Slowly reality was starting to descend on her.&nbsp; Oh God, her head was pounding so hard that she actually fought and clung to darkness that had imprisoned her mind.&nbsp; The effects of the drug wore on, limiting her physical movement as it had been meant to.&nbsp; Any other time and she could have rattled off the name of the drug and its properties in a heart beat -- she should considering she'd just finished her intense study on Anesthesiology (the most boring medical specialty to ever exist in her opinion).&nbsp; It wasn't a legal drug, not with the way she was coming out of it like a turtle and with such a hazy awareness.&nbsp; <br><br>How long had it been?&nbsp; Her throat felt so dry and parched and yet she couldn't even move her tongue, not even sigh, she realized, to register her disappointment or frustration.&nbsp; The last thing she could recall before the madness started was walking home from the local bar, her guitar case slung over her shoulder.&nbsp; She'd been out celebrating the end of the school year, giving in to her weakness of open mic night and a couple shots of tequila.&nbsp; Certainly the past year had deserved that.&nbsp; <br><br>At twenty-two she was nearly two years ahead of her schedule; this time next year she'd be graduating medical school and getting ready to begin her residency as Dr. Lanara Bailey, future pediatrician.&nbsp; Ever since she could remember she'd wanted to work with children and with medicine; she could not imagine a more perfect path for her to follow.&nbsp; At thirteen she'd started babysitting neighbor kids to start a nest egg for her future practice, though at sixteen she ended up using every penny for a used Honda the size of a matchbox car she called Pixie.&nbsp; &nbsp;In the end she called it an investment when she convinced her parents to let her take start working after school and on the weekends.&nbsp; (Six years later, Pixie was still running with the good dose of tender, loving care Lana gave the vehicle on a consistent basis.)<br><br>By then they'd given up on her being anything but the girl who lived for science fairs and medical journals, on bundling up for blistering cold nights just to see the sheer awesome power of the stars above her.&nbsp; She hadn't given a whit about dances or prom, about who was with who or who was apparently important on the social ladder.&nbsp; Instead, she'd graduated as Valedictorian, was the girl so few really knew giving them a speech about reaching for it all and never looking back.&nbsp; She hadn't cared what they thought, but she knew she'd given the speech of a lifetime about letting there be no risk too great to conquer a dream.&nbsp; <br><br>Now, oh God especially now, did she wish for not having followed her own advice for just once.&nbsp; Why did she have to go to the open mic?&nbsp; She couldn've seen the guys another week, flirted her way into another night of free drinks because the old, teddy bear of a bartender adored her another time.&nbsp; She should have been packing in the morning, not drinking and out playing until the wee hours of the morning.&nbsp; <em>Damnit, Lana... </em><br><br>Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.&nbsp; She could feel more of her sensations returning to her mostly numbed body, felt the hazy cloud start to lift from her pale green eyes.&nbsp; Her soft, long and slender body turned ever so slightly on the bed, though it felt to her as if she'd literally flung her limbs instead of barely moving an inch.&nbsp; Dimly she made the figure across the bed, no more of contorted shadows but still her lips began to tremble without any warning.&nbsp; Fear started to trip down her spine and she jerked her head, gasping for a deep breath. <br><br><strong>"</strong>No...<strong>"</strong> She started with a groan but her lips refused to fully cooperate, the drug's effects clinging to her.&nbsp; Sweet God, this was nothing she knew was on the market from the research she been poured endless through, sometimes not entirely willingly.&nbsp; This wasn't legal -- she'd bet her life's savings on that.&nbsp; The next sound that came from her this time was nearly gargled but it finished as a clear whimper of fear mixed with confused and frustration, of a young woman fighting back a bubbling hysteria as she saw the figure suddenly move from beside the bed.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 09:38:44</strong>
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				Elise, hearing her, was on her feet like a shot, hovering over the bed.&nbsp; "It's okay, dearie," she said softly in her most mothering tone, making a soft, reassuring noise.&nbsp; "Just relax.&nbsp; You were kidnapped, probably drugged, but you're safe now."&nbsp; In her mid- to late 40s with a sweet face and hands more used to cleaning and cooking than abusing, she was obviously not the sort of person to be involved in a people smuggling ring... assuming, of course, that the poor victim had enough of her wits about her to realize it, and that this wasn't some sort of cruel trick.&nbsp; "My name's Elise.&nbsp; You're quite safe here, I promise, just relax.&nbsp; Are you thirsty?" the maid asked, smiling down at her softly.&nbsp; "And are you able to tell me your name?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 09:52:03</strong>
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				Bit by bit the words wiggled into her mind as the fog lifted itself away more by the passing moments.&nbsp; The clean air was helping, especially once she realized she could breathe fully -- she didn't have a clear recollection of being able to previously.&nbsp; Before she started to wake here.&nbsp; Her movements were starting to come back with a rush and she realized the drug's effects were going to drop off within the blink of an eye.&nbsp; That was a dangerous and possibly highly strenuous combination to face, and for one moment her heart lurched for any young woman who'd gone through these precise effects.&nbsp; Surely she had not been the first, and she doubted the last.&nbsp; <br><br>A cold sweat dotted along her back as she trembled and huddled in the blankets, drawing them instinctively around her like a shield.&nbsp; It was the best barrier between her and the woman, even as the words were finally registering.&nbsp; The drug's sleep hadn't helped in any of her fatigue, if nothing else only leaving her more disoriented and confused than she was before.&nbsp; Where was she?&nbsp; Elise?&nbsp; &nbsp;She didn't know anyone named Elise.&nbsp; Her heart thudded hard against her chest and she nodded to the question.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"</strong>Yes,<strong>"</strong> she whispered hoarsely.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Please... please may I have some water?<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; She had to pause to compose her breath, moisten her lips.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Lana.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; The panic was starting to ebb, fade way to a mere hum as she realized that this woman, this Elise, hadn't come to attack her and was instead offering comfort and sincere kindness.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 10:25:08</strong>
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				Elise nodded, smiling, and stepped back over to the dresser, turning her back to Lana.&nbsp; Picking up a glass, she poured a good measure of ice water into it, carefully keeping any ice cubes out for now in consideration of Lana's condition.&nbsp; "Gave us both a bit of a fright, you did, dear," she went on in a voice that couldn't help but make someone think of Queen Elizabeth II or Margaret Thatcher, though both were considerably older than she was, and she gave Lana the glass with a smile.&nbsp; "Here you go, love.&nbsp; You're in West Virginia, up in the mountains.&nbsp; Not really a proper town here, honestly, but the postal service calls it Grayson."&nbsp; She sat demurely on the bed.&nbsp; "I don't own this place, personally, of course.&nbsp; Mister Cross, does.&nbsp; The master of the home is downstairs, if you'd care to meet him."
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				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 10:33:35</strong>
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				The amount of relief she felt when she felt the cool rush of water was immeasurable and she savored it, let it linger to attempt to relax her.&nbsp; It didn't last as Elise's words pierced her.&nbsp; Master of the house?&nbsp; The panic was starting to flare again, right in the pit of her stomach like a flutter of butterflies.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"</strong>N-no,<strong>"</strong> she stammered and forced herself to take another sip of water just to give herself a few moments to collect her words and her thoughts.&nbsp; Surely that was just because of the way Elise was -- British from the sound of it -- and that's what she referred her employer as.&nbsp; Lana was surprised at the way she was holding up considering everything.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Thank your employer for me, please,<strong>"</strong> she said softly, fighting for the control in her voice.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>I'd just like ... to go home.&nbsp; I don't know how you came to help me, but please --&nbsp; I want to go home now.<strong>"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 10:44:08</strong>
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				"Well, you'll have to meet him eventually, I'm afraid," Elise replied with a raised eyebrow.&nbsp; "You're going to be here for a while.&nbsp; Going home now isn't really possible."&nbsp; One hand, soft and relaxed, landed on her shoulder.&nbsp; "Don't worry, he's nothing like those gangsters who grabbed you, I promise, or his bastard of a father.&nbsp; He's a good lad, you'll see.&nbsp; I'll let him explain why you can't go home."&nbsp; She smiled reassuringly, a warm light in the dim glow of the reading light the maid had been using.&nbsp; "For now, though, I'm sure he's happy to let you rest.&nbsp; You've had a bad time of it, haven't you, poor thing?"&nbsp; Elise squeezed her shoulder softly.&nbsp; "However, while you're stuck here with us, you'll be well taken care of, love."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 10:56:35</strong>
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				<strong>"</strong>I... What?&nbsp; Why?<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; The words were stammered as she tried to focus on what Elise was saying, but she was stuck on the concept of home.&nbsp; She could feel the absolute longing for it but there were no images coming to mind of what or where home was.&nbsp; Why couldn't she picture home?&nbsp; Home was... Home was... Her breath started to come in quick, wheezing pants as the reality slammed quickly into her.&nbsp; She didn't know where home was.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Home ... Where?&nbsp; Gangsters?<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; There was too much happening now and yet her mind was absolutely blank, a canvas void of an artist's touch.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"</strong>No, no, no,<strong>"</strong>she murmured, her lower lip trembling and the long, thick black hair falling to curtain her face.&nbsp; It wasn't Elise she was protesting, her body actually turning toward the figure of motherhood.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>I... I don't know what... Who?&nbsp; I'm -- I'm confused.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; The last words died on a whisper and her hands flattened at her temples.&nbsp; Home.&nbsp; Her name.&nbsp; Lana.&nbsp; Lana what?&nbsp; Oh, God.&nbsp; Now the hysteria was setting in as she could recall nothing now that the drug had entirely worn off, its full effects revealed.
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				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 11:18:23</strong>
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				Elise blinked as the young woman in front of her had some sort of breakdown, then pulled Lana against her in a warm hug, stroking her hair.&nbsp; "Shh, shh," she urged, kissing the crown of her head tenderly.&nbsp; "Just relax.&nbsp; You were drugged.&nbsp; I'm sure you'll be okay.&nbsp; You'll remember soon enough.&nbsp; I won't hurt you.&nbsp; Thomas won't hurt you, I promise, he's a good lad."&nbsp; Holding her, the maid started to rock back and forth, humming softly, just like she had Thomas when he was a little boy.&nbsp; She looked up as Thomas ducked into the room from the noise, eyes wide.&nbsp; "She's had a bit of a fright, I'm afraid, sir.&nbsp; That drug seems to've done something to her memory, I think."<br><br>Thomas nodded, kneeling on the bed next to the two women, and slid his arms around both of them.&nbsp; "It's okay, honey," he whispered, soft and reassuring, his tone like what you might use to soothe a frightened animal.&nbsp; "You're safe now.&nbsp; I'm Thomas.&nbsp; What's your name, huh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 11:29:29</strong>
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				<strong>"</strong>Don't... talk like... I'm not.. here...<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; The words had to be gasped out as she struggled to keep herself together, through the hiccups that came with her stilted breath -- struggled and failed.&nbsp; It was impossible to control the wavering of her voice, how it would louden in certain syllables and then be deathly quiet.&nbsp; She didn't want to wait to member soon enough; there was no explaining how absolutely ravaged she felt at being able to recall a thing beyond waking here.&nbsp; All she had were the moments of seeing Elise, of the words she spoke.&nbsp; It was like coming out of the womb for the first time.&nbsp; This was not an experience she was taking any grain of pleasure in.&nbsp; <br><br>There was no reason to fight the warmth that wrapped around her and she found herself nearly squished between the two.&nbsp; Her head was trapped against Thomas' shoulder and her thickly fringed eyes danced wildly over his features, taking in as much possible detail that she could so that she would remember him without question.&nbsp; He didn't give off any alarm bells, Elise wasn't frightened of him, and yet when she looked at him it felt as if her walls were crumbling.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"</strong>Lana... I think,<strong>"</strong> she whispered finally.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 11:51:58</strong>
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				Thomas smiled at her as Elise nodded confirmation.&nbsp; "Okay, then, Lana.&nbsp; You're here now, you're safe," he whispered, sliding his arms around her waist and leaning in close.&nbsp; "You were kidnapped and apparently drugged.&nbsp; Some of my father's thugs.&nbsp; He's... not a nice man."&nbsp; The young man sighed, then kissed her dark hair gently.&nbsp; "Does it hurt anywhere?&nbsp; If it does, I'll take you to a hospital now.&nbsp; Otherwise, we might want to wait until morning.&nbsp; The roads may be icy, and I'd rather not chance it if it's not an emergency, okay?"&nbsp; He pulled her back against him, letting Elise settle back, and leaned his chin on her shoulder, head against hers.&nbsp; "I want you to relax and just listen to my voice.&nbsp; You're safe here.&nbsp; Safe and warm and protected.&nbsp; Do you want more water, something to eat, maybe?" he asked, still in that same gentle tone.
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				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 12:04:51</strong>
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				It was his strength that did her in and had every ounce her resolve crashing down, slipping away without a moment's notice and leaving her soul raw and exposed.&nbsp; Her long, softly curved legs curled as she turned to him and felt the tears slide quickly and freely down her smooth cheeks.&nbsp; There was no loud sobbing or bursts of pain filled crying, just the tears that rolled and trickled down.&nbsp; She shook her head to indicate that she didn't hurt anywhere, the only ache being that of her chest -- that one she could explain, though.&nbsp; <br><br>What she didn't understand was what he was telling her.&nbsp; Why would his father do this?&nbsp; Nice man or not... his father?&nbsp; Lana was too drained to consider the options, even dwell over the reasons why father of the man who held her so protectively and warmly would have done this to her.&nbsp; He'd stolen her memories, everything she'd known herself to be, and for what?&nbsp; The thin, sheer silk of her negligee shifted and tightened against her skin as she held herself tightly to him, freely clinging to the strength he offered.&nbsp; <br><br>Trying to distract herself she focused on the questions, focused on the tone of his voice.&nbsp; Her head nodded in a jerky movement to the thought of food, her stomach grumbling softly at the mere mention.&nbsp; She was almost afraid to speak again, worried that if she did it'd give the tears reason to escalate.
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				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 12:28:34</strong>
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				His arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her against him, letting her draw all the strength she wanted from him.&nbsp; "Elise, would you go make some sandwiches for us, please?" Thomas asked, looking up at her when Lana nodded about food, stroking her hair tenderly.&nbsp; When the maid nodded and slipped out of the room quietly, he returned his attention to the young woman in his arms.&nbsp; "Would it help you calm down a bit if I explained what probably happened?" he asked soothingly, letting her respond.&nbsp; It took a moment before her head nodded yes.&nbsp; "Okay.&nbsp; I don't have any details, but I'm pretty sure my father had you kidnapped.&nbsp; As I said, he's not a nice man."&nbsp; His voice dropped into a long, angry growl for that sentence, but he reined his anger back in.&nbsp; "He's... well, he's a slave trader, basically.&nbsp; Specializes in sex slaves.&nbsp; You must have been drugged to make you easier to handle, but I don't know what his goons might've used on you.&nbsp; I... keep my distance from his business.&nbsp; I don't want any part of it.&nbsp; He respects it, doesn't bug me about it.&nbsp; I guess he thought I might like a 'pet' to play with for Christmas."&nbsp; Thomas sighed, well aware how this had to reflect on him.&nbsp; "I'm sorry.&nbsp; I didn't have anything to do with this, but I'm so sorry he did this to you, Lana.&nbsp; Don't worry, you're safe from him or his thugs here.&nbsp; I won't let him hurt you again."&nbsp; Lips brushed her neck gently, intimate without being sexual.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 12:48:00</strong>
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				The explanation did nothing to heighten her state, and in fact knowing just what had happened did help.&nbsp; Her breathing had steadied during the explanation and she'd let herself lean more against him, soaked in his warmth.&nbsp; How could she blame him?&nbsp; There was nothing but truth that rang in his voice -- truth and compassion, neither of which she felt could be there unless it was meant to be.&nbsp; Her heart told her to trust him and as she had nothing else to rely on, no other instinct to live off, she merely tightened her arms around him at his whispered words of shelter.&nbsp; There were so many questions she could ask -- why his father would feel the need to acquire a 'pet' for him being one of them -- but she let them slip away for now.<br><br>It wasn't long before she heard the footsteps heralding Elise's return and that, she knew with a sense of relief, meant food.&nbsp; The more she'd thought of it the more she'd realized just how hungry she was.&nbsp; It was impossible not to be quick with her initial bites once the first turkey sandwich had been passed into her hands, the portion eaten quicker than it had likely taken to be made.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 12:56:14</strong>
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				Thomas took a sandwich of his own and ate, grinning at Lana, amused at the way she devoured the food.&nbsp; He nodded when Elise offered to pour him some water, taking a long drink, and then kissed the back of her head.&nbsp; "Easy there.&nbsp; Don't eat too fast or you'll make yourself sick," he cautioned, taking another bite of his own sandwich, chewing and swallowing before he said anything else.&nbsp; "Just relax and eat normally.&nbsp; There's plenty of food here, even if we get snowed in.&nbsp; Elise keeps the pantry well stocked just in case."&nbsp; Slightly thin lips smiled at her.&nbsp; "She's very good about that.&nbsp; As long as you stay with us, I want you to think of this as home, okay?"
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				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 13:21:29</strong>
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				<em>Home</em>.&nbsp; Her appetite faded even as she was taking a bite from her second sandwich, yet she still chewed it slowly and managed to swallow it even as her head nodded slowly.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>I... <strong>"</strong> Helplessly her shoulder shrugged and determinedly she took another bite, knowing the hungry was there even if it was hiding.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>I don't know what that means and I don't even know if that makes sense, but thank you.&nbsp; I know what you're saying,<strong>"</strong> she whispered and then trailed off, unable to explain the jumbled thoughts.&nbsp; There were some things she was just going to figure out -- like how exactly she made herself comfortable, what constituted of making a place like home for her.&nbsp; Already she felt fatigued at the puzzling task of just being her.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 13:33:52</strong>
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				Thomas frowned at her as she started to explain the jumbled chaos of her thoughts.&nbsp; "Lana... we'd better get you to a hospital.&nbsp; I don't like what this drug is doing to you," he said carefully.&nbsp; "Elise, she's about your size, right?"<br><br>"I think so, sir.&nbsp; I take it you don't want to just carry her into the hospital in that gown?" the maid asked, eying her carefully.&nbsp; "As long as it's nothing too tight, she should be able to wear my clothes, I think."<br><br>Thomas nodded, smiling at her gratefully as she went to her room after something a little more appropriate to going outside.&nbsp; "There's got a pretty nice medical clinic down at the base of this rise.&nbsp; They ought to be able to tell us what's going on with you, or at least get a start on it." He kissed her forehead.&nbsp; "Nothing else'll be open by the time we get down there, but I'll feel better after the doctor gets a look at you.&nbsp; Fair enough?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 14:05:51</strong>
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				<strong>"</strong>Thank you,<strong>"</strong> she murmured and for the first time since she'd arrived in this strange situation she felt the corners of her mouth lift in a frighteningly small and soft smile meant solely for Thomas.&nbsp; It brought just a hint of the wealth of emotions floating behind the eyes that closed as she hugged him close and let her lips pressed softly to his shoulder.&nbsp; Elise's return was prompt and her arms laden with neatly folded clothes that should be a decent match for Lana's slender and soft figure.&nbsp; <br><br>Modesty wasn't a concept to her as she accepted the jeans and thick cashmere sweater from Elise who paused long enough to pick up the cleared plate, knowing now wasn't the time to be concerned.&nbsp; There was a moment when she paused as she'd shifted off the bed, regrettably withdrawing herself from the warmth of Thomas' arms, with the clothes in hand.&nbsp; Yet, even as she waited (To feel uncomfortable?&nbsp; To be ashamed of herself? She wasn't sure why but it felt as if she should have been a little more hesitant to show herself to him, even if it was just her backside.) she was releasing the pale silk from her body to let it float silently to the floor and to dress comfortably in the provided clothing.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 14:18:35</strong>
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				Thomas smiled at her murmur and the soft kiss, squeezing her in his arms.&nbsp; "You're welcome, Lana."&nbsp; When Elise came back, he wanted to get up and give her some privacy, but couldn't bring himself to let go of her until she was ready.&nbsp; Once Lana stood up, he shifted, then stopped.&nbsp; "Lana..."&nbsp; Then her negligee hit the carpet and he swallowed.&nbsp; "You're... you're very beautiful, Lana," he admitted to her, eyes drifting over her lovely form.&nbsp; "I'm glad you trust me enough to expose yourself in front of me that way."&nbsp; Once she was dressed, he stood up and slipped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her head.&nbsp; "We'll get you through this, I promise."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 14:44:47</strong>
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				There were a host of reasons that she could think of to tell him why she had really simply just changed without warning, without fear of showing herself to him, and yet every single one of them faded the moment he spoke and she felt his arms around her again.&nbsp; Any other day, a brief moment of normalcy of a simple meeting, and she rather thought he would have ensnared her attention like none other.&nbsp; So, instead of murmuring any words that may have contradicted him, and knowing they would have born nothing within shades of the truth, she simply leaned back and accepted the strength he gave her.&nbsp; It was the same strength she carried with her when they finally departed under the conditions deemed necessary for them to leave.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 15:24:43</strong>
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				Tris squeezed her gently, then let go and led her back downstairs and out to the slightly battered but beloved '01 silver Honda CRV he owned personally, parked alongside Elise's own small SUV.&nbsp; While he had a small selection of "nice" cars inherited from his mother, neither he nor Elise were the kind of idiots to go driving something that lacked four wheel drive in the Allegheny Mountains in the kind of weather that had descended on them lately, especially not at night.&nbsp; Stylish and elegant, maybe not, but neither was careening off of a mountainside because you were too stupid to drive a safer car for conditions, and they were handy for moving larger items back and forth if they needed to without sacrificing mileage.&nbsp; He drove carefully, mindful of the possibility of ice patches, but reached the clinic within a half-hour.&nbsp; After parking, he circled around to the passenger side and held Lana's door for her.&nbsp; "Here we are.&nbsp; It's not much, but Doctor Ford is good, you'll like him."&nbsp; He smiled and led her into the small clinic, again holding the door for her.<br><br>Resembling a home more than a medical center except for the medical posters so beloved of physician's offices, the inside of the clinic was homey and cheerful, with a heater blowing to keep things warm.&nbsp; The bell over the door rang as they came inside, then a kindly black man in his early fifties got up out of an arm chair, smiling at both of them.&nbsp; "Thomas.&nbsp; What brings you here on such a night, with such a pretty companion?&nbsp; Just keeping an old man company?" he greeted with a wink, walking over and holding his hand out to the younger man.&nbsp; Dressed in a white lab coat over an old gray sweatshirt embossed with "Virginia University Medical" and a rod of Asclepius in a friendly green not unlike that of many medical scrubs and much newer green sweat pants, he bore a slightly uncanny resemblance to a younger Morgan Freeman.<br><br>Thomas shook it firmly, and shook his head.&nbsp; "I wish it was, Doctor.&nbsp; My friend Lana here was drugged with... something.&nbsp; We don't know what."&nbsp; He sighed.&nbsp; "It's complicated.&nbsp; For now, she's staying with Elise and I."&nbsp; Thomas shrugged helpfully at the doctor's probing look.&nbsp; "There are cops involved."<br><br>"Doctor-patient confidentiality covers it, then."&nbsp; Ford turned to regard her with a kindly smile.&nbsp; "Her balance seems fine, but let's get her into an examination room.&nbsp; Lana, would you come with me, please?"<br><br>"Uh... I'd better come, too," Thomas added.&nbsp; "The drug's had some kind of nasty effect on her memory."&nbsp; Ford's look was more than probing this time.&nbsp; "Okay, there are cops and my <em>father</em> involved," he admitted.&nbsp; The doctor's sigh was profound - an old, trusted friend of Thomas's mother, he'd heard enough to have an idea what was going on.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 16:12:56</strong>
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				Lana's immediate thoughts of Dr. Ford was that this was a man she trusted in a heart beat.&nbsp; He reminded her of a gentle and carving grandfather, a trustworthy and wise confidant, and likely the most loyal person she would ever have the honor of meeting.&nbsp; It all came with the way he not only treated her, but how he spoke to her and to Thomas.&nbsp; The fact that she watched him knowing exactly what he was looking for in the examination, that she was reciting different bones and body features in her head as he checked them with his aged hands, didn't immediately occur to her.&nbsp; <br><br>Instead, she'd let herself focus on aiding Dr. Ford as much as possible.&nbsp; It was easy to relax in the examination room he'd lead them to.&nbsp; All the standard equipment and tools were there on pristine counters and an immaculate table, but with the room made of same real wood as the rest of the homey clinic it felt more personal and intimate.&nbsp; It was, she thought, such a rather perfect and charming clinic.&nbsp; <br><br>Though Dr. Ford was nothing but gentle with her, it helped having Thomas there in the room with her.&nbsp; There was still no shame as the examination continued, she didn't even whimper too loudly when he drew samples of blood for testing, and she answered his questions as best she possibly could -- there were no lingering aches or pains, she'd felt only a handful of bruises from where the men had rough handled her, and all that could really be pinpointed was the lack of her memory.&nbsp; With the little he had to work with and knowing how fickle amnesia cases could be, especially related to a drug's effects, the results were sketchy at best.<br><br><strong>"</strong>Typical head trauma cases are different,<strong>"</strong> he began as he stepped back up to Lana and Thomas, his small flashlight dangling from his hand before he swept it up.&nbsp; At his signal, Lana tipped her head up for him and widened her pale peridot eyes; a second later, the light shone over her pupils and she found herself transported, the imagery, sounds and outright reality of the clinic being plucked away by that of a rushing hospital.&nbsp; No, it wasn't a hospital -- it was a clinic for children, a teaching clinic.&nbsp; She knew it was with an absolute certainty.&nbsp; She knew because she saw herself walk by, saw the smile that held her face so a light with warmth and love.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"</strong>It could also be, oh,<strong>"</strong> Dr. Ford was floundering for the word he was looking for, an almost impish look on his face.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Well, a functional amnesia --<strong>"</strong><br><br><strong>"</strong>Psychogenic.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; The word was whispered by Lana as she looked to him, not having realized he'd dropped the small light minutes ago.&nbsp; It was enough to have Dr. Ford pausing and sending an inquisitive glance to not only Lana but to Thomas well.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>It's abnormal brain behavior, an onset brought on for psychological or possibly drug induced, though there are only a few handful of severe cases ever reported throughout the world.&nbsp; The lingering effects -- lack of personal information and memories leading up to the event -- can last for days...<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; She paused and drew in a soft, steadying breath.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Hours or mere minutes.<strong>"</strong><br><br><strong>"</strong>Yes, that's right,<strong>"</strong> he said and cleared his throat, taking a step back to cast an inquisitve look to not only her but to Thomas as well.&nbsp; It was clear he had some hope that she could ramble that off without much of a moment's notice.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>How do you know that, my dear?<strong>"</strong><br><br>She'd never been so happy to say the following words before in her life: <strong>"</strong>Because I'm a med student.<strong>"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 16:23:17</strong>
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				He sat nervously, holding her hand during the examination, saying nothing and doing nothing other than holding something when Dr. Ford would hand it to her.&nbsp; If Ford had any doubts about what connection existed, or at least what it was on Thomas's side of things, they were gone - he was far too protective of her and nervous about her condition to be involved in anything shady.<br><br>When she explained the psychogenic origin of her amnesia and then told them she was a med student, Thomas smiled warmly at her before he stood up and slid his arms around her in an impulsive hug.&nbsp; "Hey.&nbsp; I'm glad to really meet you, Lana," he whispered, looking into her eyes for a long moment before going on.&nbsp; "Well, I suppose her memory's back, then.&nbsp; And that clinches it, this was a drug reaction.&nbsp; I have some... friends... who will be <em>very</em> interested to hear about this.&nbsp; Do either of you have any idea what he might have dosed you with?"&nbsp; He looked from Ford to Lana and back.&nbsp; "It might help them run my father's little empire of crime down, and I'm sure it'll be going into their list of things to charge him with."&nbsp; He took a deep breath.&nbsp; "I'm afraid you still can't go home yet, Lana, even though you remember who you are now, where home <em>is</em>."&nbsp; Ford gave him a long look, but Thomas's attention was entirely on the young med student in front of him.&nbsp; "You're going to be stuck with Elise and I up in the manor for a while now.&nbsp; I'm sorry, but it's better that way."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 16:34:57</strong>
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				<strong>"</strong>Nothing legal,<strong>"</strong> she said after a moment to answer his first question.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>I remember thinking that when I was waking for the first time.&nbsp; The effects are nothing that's out there right now, especially with a lingering side effect of psychogenic amnesia.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; For Dr. Ford she described the rest of what she had felt, going through each symptom with the meticulous of a well seasoned doctor.&nbsp; It took another half hour before the Doctor had enough information to satisfy him and to include as information for Thomas.&nbsp; <br><br>Helping Dr. Ford make the notations, even if it was just verbal, helped keep her thoughts off the truth Thomas had spoken.&nbsp; She'd known, the moment her memories had come flooding back, that her home was something she wasn't going to see for a while.&nbsp; That Thomas had to confirm that fact had a cold vise sneaking over her stomach.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>I'm ready when you are,<strong>"</strong> Lana murmured after casting a glance to Dr. Ford.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Provided you're all set with me.<strong>"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 16:45:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, I'm fine," Thomas answered softly, giving her a reassuring smile.&nbsp; He turned to the kindly country doctor and shook his hand again.&nbsp; "Thank you, Dr. Ford.&nbsp; We'll be on our way, then."<br><br>"Take care, both of you.&nbsp; And Lana, good luck with your studies."&nbsp; His smile was warm and pleasant as he escorted them back out of the clinic.<br><br>Thomas led her to the car and opened her door for her, then closed it and got into the driver's seat once she was in.&nbsp; "He's a very kind man," he said neutrally while he started the car, sensing there was a need for some sort of conversation about why she was here and why she couldn't leave, but not sure how to approach the topic.&nbsp; "A good man."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 17:15:15</strong>
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				Lanara was quiet for a few moments, staring down at her hands clasped in her lap.&nbsp; She wasn't sure if she preferred having her memories to having nothing to lean on inside.&nbsp; Before she didn't know what she had lost, what she was in the process of losing and what could be gone forever due to the actions of one disturbed man.&nbsp; It wasn't Thomas' fault, it wasn't even her fault, and yet they were the two who had to deal with the consequences of his father's cruel actions.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>"</strong>How long do you think?<strong>"</strong> she asked quietly, softly and only once Thomas had begun to drive them back to the manor.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Before your father is captured and this all ends?&nbsp; I'm assuming that's why I can't go home, because of your father and that I'm here now while he's still a free man.<strong>"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 17:24:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know," Thomas answered just as quietly.&nbsp; "There's too many loose ends to know for sure.&nbsp; The FBI is after him, they've <em>been</em> after him for years, but they want to make this a clean sweep, Lana."&nbsp; He sighed.&nbsp; "They're moving to build an air-tight case, and to catch all his minions and take his entire organization apart in a quick, clean operation and not have to chase down smaller operations for years.&nbsp; I know they're close to ready, but "close" in legal terms still means months.&nbsp; You going home could tip him off that <em>I'm</em> not who he thinks I am.&nbsp; That could get us both killed."&nbsp; He sighed again, deep and heartfelt, stopping the car at the top of a hill and looking at her.&nbsp; "It'll happen, Lana.&nbsp; I've been giving them information for years.&nbsp; But it's going to take them time to do it, and if they screw things up, many more girls could get kidnapped like you were, drugged, and sold to people who aren't like me, or aren't FBI teams pretending to be buyers, because the cops don't know where to look.&nbsp; It could get some of them killed."&nbsp; Thomas turned to look at her.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, Lana.&nbsp; I really am.&nbsp; But it's going to be a while.&nbsp; I hope you'll at least get comfortable here, and once this mess is over, I'll do what needs to be done to get your life back on track.&nbsp; Money isn't everything, but it's a useful tool, and I've got a lot of it."&nbsp; He reached out and touched her shoulder, giving her a reassuring smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 17:35:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"</strong>I don't blame you,<strong>"</strong> whispered Lana as she turned her face to look at him, her hand raising to lay softly over his at her shoulder.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>I really am grateful that it's you I've met here.&nbsp; I know what could have happened to me -- maybe not exactly but I get the picture and it's not a pretty one.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; She couldn't think about the other girls who'd been kidnapped and handed over like some piece of useless property, a mere trinket to be used at some whim -- to do so would only make her ill.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Her hand tightened just slightly around his.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>You don't have anything to apologize for, Thomas.&nbsp; There are a hundred other ways you could have reacted and a thousand other possibilities that could have happened if it wasn't for you.&nbsp; You might not think so, but... I'm thinking I was pretty lucky to have been sent as a gift to you.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; Lanara wasn't going to complain over having to stay, doing so would have been a foolish decision and those she tried quite hard to avoid.&nbsp; She certainly wouldn't have Thomas feeling guilt for something he'd had no control over, either.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Besides... you know.&nbsp; I've never been... <strong>"</strong> She glanced over the snow capped mountains.&nbsp; Where the hell was she?&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Here.&nbsp; Always nice to explore new places, right?<strong>"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 17:45:40</strong>
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				Thomas felt her hand tighten and smiled back at her a bit.&nbsp; "Thank you.&nbsp; I understand.&nbsp; And we're in West Virginia."&nbsp; His hand slid up to brush along her cheek softly, a sweet caress.&nbsp; "I meant what I said.&nbsp; While you're here, my home is your home, Lana.&nbsp; Would you tell me your full name?&nbsp; We never have really introduced ourselves..." he added, smiling at her.&nbsp; "Mine's Thomas Cross."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 17:52:17</strong>
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				It seemed so natural for her head to turn toward his touch, let his palm be filled by her cheek, before she realized herself.&nbsp; Her head stilled as a blush swept up her neck and she had to straighten, letting her back readjust to the seat.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Lanara Bailey,<strong>"</strong> she said, returning his smile with one of her own.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>And as much as I'd love to chat here on top of a snowy hill -- a first, I have to admit -- you had mentioned the possibility of a storm?<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; The latter had a small nerve in her tone.&nbsp; Getting caught in a storm, even with him, wasn't something she wanted to add onto today's adventure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 17:59:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas blinked, then blushed.&nbsp; "Oh, uh, right," he answered, starting the car moving again.&nbsp; Once they were headed back to the manor, he tried a different tact.&nbsp; "So, you're a med student?&nbsp; Where?"&nbsp; His voice was soft and conversational, but not insistent.&nbsp; She could take the question or leave it.&nbsp; "And is there anything you'd like me to see about acquiring to make you more comfortable while you're here?"&nbsp; Another glance at her, another warm smile, this one a bit shy.&nbsp; "I really do want you to feel at home here.&nbsp; I know this isn't what you had planned for yourself, Lana, but I want the opportunity to show you that I'm not the sort of bastard my father is.&nbsp; And, if you like, the opportunity to get to be your friend..." he trailed off, blushing slightly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 18:13:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Like her grandmother had once said to her, when faced by the challenges and surprising twists that life always came up with, you could choose to cry or to laugh.&nbsp; As Lanara sat there beside him, taking in the blush that spotted his cheeks and made hers feel that much more sillier and yet accepted, she knew crying just couldn't be an option.&nbsp; The roaring twenties -- surely that's what she could call this, from being kidnapped and drugged to being delieved to a man who'd sworn to protect her, be her champion and apparent silver lining in this twisted nightmare.&nbsp; Though, she had a feeling Gram had never quite expected this.<br><br><strong>"</strong>Northwestern University, Feinberg School of Medicine.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; She'd said it with such pride that she had to chuckle softly at herself and give a rueful shake of her head.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>They're linked with the Children's Memorial Hospital, where I'd been hoping to do my residency -- planning on it, really, after the last meetings with the department advisers.&nbsp; Which, well... If you had a way of getting medical journals here, or even stacks of books, I'd really appreciated it.&nbsp; Or a guitar.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; Briefly she had to wonder whatever happened to hers during the kidnapping.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 18:19:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas frowned thoughtfully.&nbsp; "Medical journals, those I wouldn't know where to start.&nbsp; I'm sure I can do it, but you'll have to tell me who I need to talk to.&nbsp; Books, though... books, we're good on.&nbsp; Mom was a big reader, and Elise and I are both the same way.&nbsp; We've got a whole library on the bottom floor, and there's more in my study and Mom's old office," he answered with a grin.&nbsp; "All sorts of books.&nbsp; And Elise and I both have other stuff in our rooms.&nbsp; If you want something specific, we can go down to the county libraries and see what they have or can get, or I can even get it on Amazon if you need to keep it.&nbsp; A guitar... well.&nbsp; Mom played the guitar.&nbsp; I still have hers.&nbsp; It's actually in the closet in your room."&nbsp; Thomas turned to give her a look.&nbsp; "Do you promise you'll treat it right?" he asked with a somber, serious tone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 19:13:49</strong>
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				The flush of pleasure was so clear in her expression and eyes as he spoke that nothing she could have done would have hidden it.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>A library?&nbsp; Really?&nbsp; You know you might have to physically drag me from there.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; For a moment the thoughts of the guitar were passed over as she entertained the notion -- no, tried to accept -- that for now she was living in a home with its own library.&nbsp; The idea sent such a quiver of delight through her that she was grinning when he turned the serious look upon her.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Oh, of course!<strong>"</strong> she promised, the library vanishing from mind as she nodded solemnly to him.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>I'd absolutely treasure it as if it were my own until I go.<strong>"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 19:40:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas smiled at her expression when she realized how happy she was about the library, and after nodding his acknowledgment of her pledge, he smiled at her broadly and went back to the other topic.&nbsp; "As long as you don't pitch a tent or take a sleeping bag in there, I don't think Elise will make me drag you out.&nbsp; I think.&nbsp; She gets picky about people not eating enough, and doesn't like food in there."&nbsp; He chuckled.&nbsp; "She used to chase me out of there when I was a boy and I'd take the cookies she made in there to eat while I read.&nbsp; Or Mom.&nbsp; She chased Mom out, too, one time."&nbsp; A warm laugh bubbled out of him, and he was smiling at the memories, then parked the car and turned to Lana, reaching out to touch her hand.&nbsp; "I'm sorry about how you got here, but... I'm glad of the company.&nbsp; It gets lonely up here sometimes, just Elise and I, and we don't really have many common interests, but I've been kind of at loose ends since Mom passed away in January."&nbsp; His smile was soft and warm as he looked at her, and she could tell he was kind of smitten.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 20:10:04</strong>
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				Softly Lana laughed as she listened to the quick tales, the tenderness and warmth that rang out clear in his tone.&nbsp; Her smile came so easily as she looked to him and found herself melting just from the look.&nbsp; God, this was either the worst or best timing of her life to meet Thomas, and certainly never how she ever imagined meeting someone like him.&nbsp; The aquarium, an observation deck, the back of an old, dusty museum -- those had all been place she'd thought of meeting someone like him.&nbsp; Not here and not like this.&nbsp; <br><br>For a moment her smile dimmed as she reached up and mimicked his earlier action, her palm embracing his cheek with a lingering caress, a touch of feminine comfort.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>I'm sorry about your mom,<strong>"</strong> came the soft tone.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>You love her quite a bit, it shows in the way you speak of her.&nbsp; She must've been a wonderful woman.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; In the seat she had to shift, the inviting swell of her chest straining against the tight fitted sweater.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was enough to have her inwardly groaning at how much of her was outlined in the clothing.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Clothes,<strong>"</strong> she said.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Books, a guitar and clothes.&nbsp; Those three things and I'll... I'll worship you.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; It was with a laugh and a light in her eyes, the last statement said with a teasing, playful tone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 20:30:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"She was.&nbsp; She would've liked you a lot, I think," Thomas answered softly, savoring the feel of her hand on his cheek.&nbsp; He looked down as she shifted, then his eyes returned to her face.&nbsp; "Clothes?&nbsp; Right.&nbsp; We'll be doing some shopping tomorrow, won't we?" he asked, smiling at her.&nbsp; "Not that I mind the fit."&nbsp; When she gave him the line about 'worship', a playful little grin was on his face as impish mischief danced in his gray eyes.&nbsp; "Worship?&nbsp; That sounds fun.&nbsp; Do I need to set the basic tenets of my religion first, or will working them out be more of an as we go along thing?" he teased back.&nbsp; "I may require nude revels, though.&nbsp; The lady in the running for being my first priestess is <em>quite</em> a looker..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 20:43:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lightly she smirked at his clothing and fit comment, though the expression was there but for a second before she was laughing again and her fell to lay softly upon his in simple, friendly affectionate.&nbsp; Friendly was what she told herself despite the surge of warmth she felt from him or the tingle that raced up along her arm.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Oh, no,<strong>"</strong> she began with such a crestfallen expression.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>It seems we have a problem.&nbsp; I can only do naked revelry under a full, summer moon -- specifically summer.&nbsp; The weather, you know.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; She sniffled to add effect.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>What a shame!&nbsp; I'd been looking forward to it too.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; Her lips formed a quick, playful pout that she had difficultly keeping formed.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Perhaps there's another way I can edge out that first priestess?<strong>"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 20:49:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, too cold for you?" Thomas shot back, taking hold of her elbow and leaning in closer, feeling a little thrill.&nbsp; "And you were looking forward to it.&nbsp; Well, then, don't pout, lovely Lana," he teased, winking.&nbsp; "I'm sure there's another way..."&nbsp; His voice fell, scarcely more than a whisper, his lips scarcely inches from hers, though quite (well, mostly) unintentionally.&nbsp; "I'd hate to disappoint so lovely and vivacious a candidate."&nbsp; His tongue slid out, licking his dry lips in a nervous gesture as he waited for her response.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 20:55:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"</strong>Yes,<strong>"</strong> she whispered.&nbsp; The electricity sparked so sudden when her heavy lashes had lifted and she found him so unbearably close to her.&nbsp; She could feel the heat of his breath flutter across her face, the strength in his hand at her elbow and she knew resistance was not going to be an option.&nbsp; Today was not going to be a day for no -- it seemed so far fetched that she could even consider pulling away.&nbsp; Mesmerized she watched his tongue and before she realized her movements, she was tilting her head up.&nbsp; So tentatively her lips first touched kiss and then she was lifting her head up, sought to claim his mouth with her own and savor each moment of the delicious taste of him.&nbsp; Today was a day of saying yes.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 21:18:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When her lips pushed against his, Thomas opened his own by instinct, his tongue sliding out to tease her soft lips.&nbsp; A low groan escaped his throat as he slid his arms around her body, pulling her closer to him.&nbsp; It was so right, so perfect, for them to kiss this way, and the taste of her was intoxicating.&nbsp; When they finally had to break for air, his smile was ecstatic.&nbsp; "Lana, that was..." he whispered.&nbsp; "That was just incredible."&nbsp; He laughed, warm and happy, then darted in for another kiss, nipping at her lower lip before pressing his tongue up to seek permission to dance passionately with hers, one hand stroking her long, soft hair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 21:34:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The edge of the arm rest jabbed into her side as she'd learned into him within his hold and had her inwardly wincing.&nbsp; The car was suddenly far too crowded for just two people.&nbsp; Eagerly her lips parted for him and her tongue flickered out, toyed along the smooth edge of his before succumbing to the burst of intensity.&nbsp; She had to slide up onto her knees just so she could scoot to the edge of the seat, her cashmere restrained breasts brushing faintly across his chest.&nbsp; God, she just wanted to sink into him; it was with a small moment of clarity, the reminder that there was nothing to stop her, that she let go and poured herself into their kiss.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 21:55:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas felt the sudden raw intensity, matching it in hunger and desire before he broke their kiss and tilted her head back with a gentle urge from the hand in her dark locks, the other hand sliding down to rest on her shapely rear, squeezing lightly.&nbsp; With her chin up, he started to kiss down from the point to her throat, where he nipped at a patch of her soft skin and licked away the hurt, suckling on another bit of skin, his mouth making love to her neck, slow, sensuous, and passionate.&nbsp; Finally, reluctantly, he stopped, his lips just barely above her sweater.&nbsp; Breathing hard from the intensity of the moment, Thomas raised his head and looked at her.&nbsp; "We'd... we'd better stop.&nbsp; Get inside.&nbsp; Elise probably heard the car come up," he gasped, swallowing.&nbsp; "But if you want to continue..."&nbsp; The corners of his lips curled up in a lusty, impish smirk.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 23:01:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"</strong>No,<strong>"</strong> came the word breathed out, barely whispered before he could start his second sentence.&nbsp; No, she didn't want to stop, not when he was making her feel so incredibly alive.&nbsp; Her hands drew up to grasp onto his shirt and she tugged him up back toward her mouth.&nbsp; Her mouth sought his, her lips rubbing affectionately and sweetly before her dark head was nodding, silky hair slippery in his hands.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Yes, please...<strong>"</strong> came the whisper now, teasingly she nipped at his lower lip... and then was gone in the blink of an eye, exiting quickly from the passenger door and a lingering touch of her hand against his.&nbsp; The blast of cold air had her stopping and dragging a hand through her hair.&nbsp; What exactly had she just said again?&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 04:09:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas blinked at Lana's teasing kiss and retreat, and he had a silly little grin on his face once he slid out into the winter air, walking around the car and pulling her against him, locking the car behind him with the button and tucking his keys into his pocket.&nbsp; "C'mon, let's get in out of this wind," he said, smiling at her and leading her to the side door into the house.&nbsp; Elise was standing just inside, arms crossed, giving him a vaguely stern motherly look combined with a measure of teasing.&nbsp; "Her memory's back, Elise."&nbsp; While he had a good idea that Elise was going to be thinking they'd been out in the weather from their red faces, he had no intention of admitting exactly where things had been going.&nbsp; Undoubtedly she'd figure it out soon enough, but there were things you just didn't want to talk about with a woman who'd helped raise you.<br><br>The maid blinked, then smiled warmly and stepped forward, hugging Lana herself.&nbsp; "Well, then.&nbsp; I'm very happy to hear that, Lana.&nbsp; If there's anything I can get for you tonight, please just knock on my door.&nbsp; Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get some sleep."&nbsp; She nodded politely to both of them, then turned and absented herself from anything else that they might be involved in.<br><br>Thomas grinned impishly and turned toward the slim, gorgeous brunette he had tucked against his side.&nbsp; "So... still want to pick up where we left off, or would you prefer the three dollar tour?" he teased, keeping his head far enough back that he wasn't angling for a kiss, deliberately leaving the decision up to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 15:11:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The best Lana had been able to do was smile a little awkwardly as Elise, quite aware she had a good idea just what they had been up to in the car from their flushed expressions, the fact that Thomas kept himself so close.&nbsp; It almost seemed natural, as if they'd made that trek so many times before and that this wasn't the first time they'd been caught like a pair of naughty teens making out in the driveway.&nbsp; A second later the thought and any others fled her mind when she heard him and swept her pale eyes up to him. <br><br><strong>"</strong>I'll take the ten cent tour if it means the tour comes later,<strong>"</strong> she said, a slight husky tone in her voice as she tipped her head up and sought his mouth.&nbsp; She wasn't going to question it, doubt her own sanity or even his for right now.&nbsp; She just knew she wanted him and that the feeling was quite reciprocated.&nbsp; Lanara turned to him as she rose up on her tip toes and slid her lips along his, let them drag slow and softly before she was kissing him deeply and full of need.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 15:47:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas was just as eager as his dark-haired paramour was, and he opened his lips to her with a low groan, his hands falling naturally to her slim waist.&nbsp; His tongue pressed against hers, sparring and dancing, and he slowly wrapped her in his arms, one moving back up to tangle in her hair, the other sliding around her waist.&nbsp; Once they finally had to breathe, he smiled at her, lusty and hungry.&nbsp; "Let's get somewhere more comfortable, Lana."&nbsp; He knelt down, moving his arms so one was at the small of her back and the other under her knees, then scooped her up into them, holding her against him.&nbsp; Carrying her and moving quickly, he walked into a large room with a spectacular moonlit view out over the tree-covered mountains, then set his curvy, beautiful burden down onto a quite large, slightly battered, and spectacularly comfortable couch set so it faced directly to the picture windows.&nbsp; Thomas kicked off his shoes, then got onto the couch, straddling her and grinning down wickedly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 16:09:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"</strong>Wait,<strong>"</strong> came the breathless word as she looked up to him.&nbsp; Her eyes were wide and damp, filled with a sweet longing directly entirely at him.&nbsp; Her hands slid up over his chest, smoothed along his shoulders before her fingers swept up to delve into his hair.&nbsp; She wanted to bring his back down for another kiss, to lose herself yet again in his taste and his touch.&nbsp; Before, though, she let her eyes take in their fill of his moonlit drenched features and let her heart take a few moments to stop beating quite so hard.&nbsp; <br><br>Then her head was slowly raising up and her lips brushed ever so softly along his.&nbsp; The tip of her tongue flickered out, lightly traced over the outline of his mouth before it sought entrance; it slipped in to stroke and tease his tongue as her lips meet his in a deep, slow kiss that she could have happily dragged out for an eternity.&nbsp; Under him she stirred, toeing off the shoes Elise had loaned her before the bare side of her feet slid up along his clothed calf and dragging up the cuff of his pant leg.&nbsp; She was absolutely starving for him, hungrier than she had been this afternoon; this time, though, she had no intention of being hasty.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 16:21:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas waited, letting her take her time, then he kissed her back just as softly, drawing it out, a long, slow, and leisurely.&nbsp; Even as she teased him with her foot, he reached up with one hand, brushing featherlight fingers over her cheek.&nbsp; He felt both the same deep protectiveness, and a breathtaking desire he'd never felt before.&nbsp; "Lana?&nbsp; Has anyone told you lately that you're beautiful?" he whispered with a grin, sliding his hand down to brush over her throat and neck, feeling the soft, silky skin, slow and loving.&nbsp; "So beautiful..."&nbsp; Bending his head down, Thomas placed his lips on her cheek, then back, slowly, to her ear, nibbling her earlobe sensually even as his hand drifted down over the swell of her breast, gently caressing, then past it to her side, following the curve of her chest down to her waist and hips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 17:03:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft blush flushed up the slim column of her throat as she shyly turned her eyes away.&nbsp; There wasn't time for another thought before she felt her skin hum with anticipation and thrill, goosebumps flaring up along her dusky skin.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Ooh,<strong>"</strong> she softly breathed out in budding delight as her body slowly lifted and fell with each stroke of his hand, as if rising instinctively to a silent command.&nbsp; The tight sweater was starting to feel too strained, almost itchy and suffocating as she swayed up and let her body teasingly brush his.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hands were lingering as she dusted her fingers along his back, sliding down until she came the hem and ever so slightly she slipped them under so that she could touch just the briefest of his skin.&nbsp; Higher her hand slipped up under his shirt until she could begin to freely touch and explore his back, mesmerizing each little dip and curve and becoming absolutely addicted to the simple act of touching him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 17:16:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His lips opened in a soft moan as she started to run her hand over his back, then he leaned down and started to make a series of little nips and kisses down the side of her slender neck, then back up to her ear.&nbsp; Matching her play with the hem of his shirt, his fingers flipped the edge of her sweater up, then ducked under like a cat seeking shelter, then began to play over her flat, toned stomach.&nbsp; Inch by inch, they would creep up, then retreat, moving closer to her breasts without ever actually reaching those peaks... until they did, sliding up to grasp and cup, warm and possessive and caressing.&nbsp; At the same moment, Thomas kissed her again, a slow, sensual kiss, hot and languid as lava.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 18:22:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It felt like eternity before his hand was finally at her breast and in an instant her eyes fluttered toward the back of her head at the exquisite rush of pleasure that captured her senses.&nbsp; She moaned sweetly into the kiss, her mouth caught up in his as she returned it deep and slowly.&nbsp; Her light pink nipples were perked, partially pebbled just for his touch.&nbsp; Breath flared warm from her nose as her hands slowly slid from his back, the tips of her nails trailing ever so lightly along his skin, as they came to his stomach.&nbsp; Still she explored, unable to feel enough and knowing her hands would be far from sated even hours later.&nbsp; Oh, she wanted him; Lanara could barely begin to describe the need vising its grasp around her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 18:33:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas chuckled in response to her moan, squeezing the warm flesh lightly, his palm just barely brushing over her nipple, then he shifted, leaning against the back of the couch to bring his other hand down, then back up under her sweater.&nbsp; It sought and found a parallel perch to the first, and he brought his hands back a bit, sliding down, then he broke the kiss and smirked at her, wanting to enjoy her response to what he had in mind to do next.&nbsp; Thumb and forefinger descended on each nipple, first caressing and circling, then he pinched them gently before dragging his thumbnail from one end of each areola, scraping across flesh already hard and pebble-like from his teasing before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 20:54:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The moan that fled from her freed mouth was long, lingering and whimpered.&nbsp; The muscles in her stomach clenched from the unexpected pleasure that shot through her and had Lana arching her back with her breasts offered up to him.&nbsp; Her nipples were so sensitive; a panted breath caught in her throat as he gently toyed with them.&nbsp; She could already feel herself growing wet between her legs, a warmness spreading up through her body.&nbsp; <br><br>While she was no blushing bride, her previous (and only -- dating had never taken priority over her education) boyfriend's extent of sexual relations had usually been: a little bit of kissing, a few minutes of touching, and then she was on her back and he was done in five minutes.&nbsp; Already she knew her experience with Thomas was going to outshine every time before she'd surrendered herself to her ex's mundane attitude.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 22:14:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas laughed in delight at his effect on her, repeating the pinch, then caressing and massaging the entirety of her breasts.&nbsp; "Wonderfully responsive, too, aren't you?" he teased, grinning wickedly at her.&nbsp; Instead of giving her time to respond, his nails slowly circled her areola, the edge dragging against the ridge of flesh between the skin of her breast and the darker covering of that outer part of her nipples, then grinding in to graze the nipple itself.&nbsp; That done, he pinched them again, dipping his head to capture her lips in a quick, affectionate kiss, returning to the gentle massaging and caressing from before.&nbsp; "I want you to show me your body, Lana.&nbsp; Show it all to me, and let me make love to every gorgeous inch of you," he said suddenly, voice hot with desire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 22:46:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				How could he expect her to move when he was keeping her in such a state of pleasure?&nbsp; Lanara had no idea her breasts alone could be so sensitive and so reactive to touch.&nbsp; Her nipples were a constant agonal pleasure from his administrations, her breasts throbbing from his touch.&nbsp; Each flex of his fingers drew sweet moan after moan and pleading whimper after whimper.&nbsp; She was almost feeling light headed, almost unable to keep up with the flood of sensations he elicited from her.&nbsp; Her hands slipped up to his chest and with a whimper of longing she regrettably pushed him away, just far enough so that his hands couldn't touch her.&nbsp; There was no way she'd ever relent to his request if he kept touching her.<br><br>Lana was tight with need as she wiggled the sweater off her body and flung it quickly to the ground to leave her upper body exposed to him.&nbsp; Her breasts were perky, swollen mounds that still ached for his touch, the cool air against her nipples only making them pebble excruciatingly tighter. Leaning forward, her lips rubbed and kissed at his chin, slid down the smooth line of his jaw where her tongue flicked and teased until she reached his ear and whispered, <strong>"</strong>I need some help with the jeans.<strong>"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:56:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The soft noises she made were music to his ears, only making him a little bolder, and the way she arched her back and moved against his hands, it was like a magic spell to make her that much more attractive to him.&nbsp; Thomas leaned back when she pushed him away, grinning impishly at her apparent discomfort, then she wiggled the sweater off and took his breath away.&nbsp; He stared down, entranced, until she kissed him.&nbsp; He groaned softly, leaning into her ministrations even as his hands slid up and down her bare back, and then smiled at what she told him.&nbsp; "Of course, beautiful," he told her in a soft voice, moving off of her, off of the couch entirely.&nbsp; Hands kept steady mainly by force of will reached up, undoing the belt, then he looked up.&nbsp; "Lean back so I can get these over those curvy hips, lovely."&nbsp; When she did, he pulled down, getting the jeans off of her hips, then, once her womanhood was revealed, he made a show of licking his lips at it before going on and sliding them off of her legs.&nbsp; Standing up, Thomas ran his eyes over his nude lover.&nbsp; "Absolutely gorgeous," he breathed, taking in the sight of her in the pale moonlight, entranced at the way it made her seem like some sort of bewitching fey beauty, a thing of dreams and moonbeams rather than flesh and blood.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 09:17:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Softly she chuckled, her cheeks freckled with pink, blushing dots as she slid up and came to kneel before him on the couch.&nbsp; She reached up to push his shirt up toward his shoulders, but more importantly to draw him back down to her.&nbsp; Already her body was keenly feeling the loss of his; she yearned to feel his touch again.&nbsp; How on earth had she ever made love before?&nbsp; Oh yes... <em>that </em>way -- the wrong way.&nbsp; It was her mouth that made the first contact after her hands.&nbsp; <br><br>So softly her lips pressed against the center of his chest and slowly, barely leaving a whisper of breath between the space of each one, she feathered kiss after kiss until she reached the indent of his belly button.&nbsp; Teasingly the tip of her tongue circled and then it began its own exploration.&nbsp; Everywhere she let it roam, taking in as much of his taste as she could and letting her teeth playfully nip at random.&nbsp; When her tongue lingered for a second time near the waist band of his pants, she looked up at him from beneath the heavy fringe of her lashes, almost as if silently asking if he'd let her mouth explore further, into regions previously denied to her.<br><br><strong>"</strong>You're far too clothed,<strong>"</strong> she whispered heatedly and then undid the snap of his pants, yanked down the zipper and released his shirt to let her fingers slide under the loosened waistband as an impish grin worked flashed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 09:35:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The hint of color on her cheeks only made her that much lovelier in Thomas's estimation, and the sight of her kneeling before him took his breath away, and he tossed off his shirt to make things easier for Lana.&nbsp; When she began to kiss him, he gasped softly with each feather-light caress of her lips, and a faint moan of pleasure came when her tongue teased into his belly button.&nbsp; A pleased grin shone down at her as she licked, and he laughed at her whisper.&nbsp; "Am I?&nbsp; Maybe you should help me do something about that, mm?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 17:43:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe I should," whispered Lana as her hands slid into the waistband now and she slowly slid down the pants, and any underwear, down, leaning forward so that each time more skin became exposed she was there to greet it with her lips.&nbsp; Exposed entirely to her now, Lana smiled appreciatively as she leaned back up and this time her mouth began to trail down slow and teasingly toward his pelvis, nipping and lightly kissing along the smooth skin of the inside of his thighs.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 19:24:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When her skin started to kiss again, Thomas gasped.&nbsp; "Wicked tease," he whimpered as she continued inward, toward his thighs.&nbsp; One hand reached up, stroking her dark hair.&nbsp; "Very, <em>very</em> wicked."&nbsp; He exhaled slowly, watching her nip and tease, then moaned faintly once she reached his thighs.&nbsp; Moving slightly, he spread his legs for her, then started to caress and stroke her hair once more.&nbsp; "You're enjoying teasing me like this, aren't you?&nbsp; Just remember, it'll be my turn to tease you soon... and I have a <em>very</em> wicked sense of humor," Thomas murmured.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 20:29:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She'd been waiting to hear him tell her no, to remove herself from that part of his body.&nbsp; Oh, she could remember all the times she'd wanted to please her ex like this, to find out what his manhood tasted like and how it felt in the warm confines of her mouth.&nbsp; For him, exploration had been a mere myth; for him, there had been one way to make love.&nbsp; But, there was only encouragement from Thomas -- it sent a thrill down her back and in that moment she felt her heart trip.&nbsp; <br><br>Coyly came her smile as she looked away from him and then her mouth turned away from his thigh.&nbsp; Her breath came first, a hush of warmth along his rigid length, and then her taste ran the length of him, tasted him as if she were licking up the juices along a popsicle.&nbsp; So many times she'd imagined doing this, knowing just why she purchased so many fudge bars or popsicles no matter what the season was.&nbsp; Her tongue lavished him with attention, shyly slid down to flick out just along the sacs that hung behind him before she happily returned to the shaft.&nbsp; After minutes of memorizing his taste and letting her tongue become a familiar friendly, her lips moved to fit just over the head before she pulled away to start over again.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 21:38:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The feel of her tongue on his already-hard member was erotic, to say the least.&nbsp; "Mmm... I'm not a popsicle, you know," Thomas teased her, still stroking her hair.&nbsp; "But keep playing like I am, it's fun... oooooohh..." he groaned.&nbsp; The long minutes of teasing and tasting had him hard as a rock and very eager for her to quit teasing him, but when she backed away, he looked down, watching.&nbsp; "Lana... have you actually done this before?" he asked, frowning a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 01:39:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The question had her flinching and drawing away; her cheeks burnt to a deep scarlet as she sat back onto her heels, releasing him from her touch.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Well, ah, not technically,<strong>"</strong> she finally mumbled and slid back from him on the couch, nervously tucking her hair behind her ears.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>I just wanted to try it -- I'm sorry, Thomas.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; The words were said before she could even think, said out of a long ago habit.&nbsp; She had to draw in a steadying before she rose back up, still on her knees, and softly kissed the corner of his mouth.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 08:36:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas smiled at her softly, and when she kissed the corner of his mouth, he turned and pushed his lips against hers in a hard, passionate reply.&nbsp; "It's okay, Lana.&nbsp; You were doing fine.&nbsp; Great, even.&nbsp; You just didn't seem like someone who'd done it before," he answered, sliding his hands down to caress and grope her rear end. His shaft, rock hard and engorged from her treatment, was trapped between them, rubbing against her soft, silky skin.&nbsp; "It was... very fun.&nbsp; I'm sorry I upset you.&nbsp; Do you want to get back down there, or should I do a little something to you instead?"&nbsp; His lips curled in a wicked little grin before he moved one hand between her legs, teasing her thigh, then tickling across the lips of her pussy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 08:26:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lana's small, slightly embarrassed laugh was cut short when she felt his fingers brush between her thighs and a sweet shudder stole down her back.&nbsp; There was, she thought, going to be plenty of time to learn and explore with Thomas, and she hoped to have a far better success than tonight had proved.&nbsp; "I, well... I guess you could say I wasn't permitted to explore before," she murmured as her lips slid slowly along the curve of his neck and she shifted, parting her legs just a little bit more for him.&nbsp; Already he could feel her dampness, the warmth she still exuded from his prior attentions.&nbsp; "We'll go with your turn for now."&nbsp; Lana doubted she would have been able to continue her "task" even if ordered. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 14:34:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You'll have time to explore all you want, lover," Thomas answered, leaning in and kissing her even as he started to tease her lips even more.&nbsp; A few moments later, though, he stopped and drew his fingers up to his mouth, licking them clean.&nbsp; "Mmm... tasty.&nbsp; I want to taste more, though."&nbsp; Urging her down onto the couch, her lover knelt between her legs and grinned up at her with a devilish mischief in his eyes.&nbsp; "I'm betting that whatever cretin you dated before never wanted to explore what <em>he</em> could do for <em>you</em> either," he commented, licking his lips.&nbsp; "Which means I'm going to be the first to ever have this kind of fun with you, aren't I?"&nbsp; She didn't have time to answer before leaned in closer, then flicked his tongue out over her lips before his fingers started to tease her lips open.&nbsp; "I want you to lay back, relax, and enjoy the ride, Lana."&nbsp; Thomas winked devilishly, then his tongue pushed inside her sex, digging around, only to retreat and plunge in again, almost fucking her, his fingers gently rubbing her clit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 20:51:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At the very first touch of his tongue against her sex, Lana felt as if she were going to explode.&nbsp; The muscles in her stomach constricted as she moaned loud and sweetly, her hips instinctively raising to further offer her wet folds to him.&nbsp; Oh God, that felt beyond exquisite.&nbsp; It would have been entirely impossible not to enjoy this ride or the low, steady waves of pleasure he kept sending through her.&nbsp; The dual stimuli were more than enough to have her sounds of pleasure deepening and she parting her legs as wide as they would allow, hips permanently arched now into his face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 21:10:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas laughed at her response, then he resumed his labor, tongue digging into her as far as it could, then retreating, lapping her juices up with a lusty air.&nbsp; His hand got a little rougher, pinching her clit lightly, teasing around it, then rubbing it gently once more.&nbsp; At the same time, his other hand crept under her.&nbsp; <em>Might as well test her response,</em> he thought to himself, fingertips teasing around her rear opening, then his pinky pushed in to the first knuckle, not enough to cause discomfort, but it would be felt.&nbsp; While he did, he started to go faster, pinching her clit a little harder and using his nails over it, his tongue plunging in and out rough and fast.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 02:27:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was too much in precisely the right way.&nbsp; Blissfully Lanara cried out as her body writhed, jerked and then stilled; laboriously she panted as the orgasm rocked her hard and heavily.&nbsp; It held her captive as he was probing into her tight rear.&nbsp; Lana whimpered as a shudder rippled up her back and then her hips fell back into his mouth, embraced the new tone.&nbsp; Just as she was beginning to drift down from her state of surrender she could feel herself working up again.&nbsp; Loudly she moaned, her hands sliding up her body to grasp her breasts, firmly cupping them in her small palms to give another way to release herself.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 11:53:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas laughed in delight at her response to his stimulation, then started to lap at her slit once more, determined and aggressive.&nbsp; He pinched her clit harder, then rubbed around it in gentle circles, only to grind his nail over it.&nbsp; With his tongue working over her sex, he pushed his pinky in farther.&nbsp; "Someone's enjoying herself, isn't she?" he teased, nibbling one lip, then shoving his tongue back in and pinching her at the same time, switching fingers to use his ring finger on her rear end.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 06:05:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh, God, he was going to make her orgasm again, she realized moments before it had her writhing and crying out loudly; her breath caught in her chest as her eyes squeezed shut.&nbsp; She had to fight to keep her legs from tightening around him, her muscles clenched so hard even as she felt her womanhood trembling from his touch.&nbsp; Vigorously she nodded her head, her inky black hair falling forward to shadow her damp face.&nbsp; "Yes," she whimpered with a moan as her muscles finally loosened and her hips swayed back into his touch even as her body trembled still.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 10:32:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas finally lifted his head, letting her relax underneath him as he grinned at her wickedly, removing his hands from her body.&nbsp; "Well, I don't know, but I think just maybe you liked that," he teased, licking her juices off of that hand with a smirk.&nbsp; "I <em>know</em> we're going to enjoy this, sexy."&nbsp; Moving up and leaning over her, Thomas moved his head down, catching her lips in a warm, sensual kiss, grinding his hips against hers teasingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 19:39:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				So affectionately her mouth greeted his, her fingers stroking soft and lovingly over his back, up along his arms and gently through his hair.&nbsp; She didn't stop touching him now that he was back within reach; even with her body feeling so heavily sated touching him alone had her senses stirring all over again.&nbsp; The way his hips teased against hers only made the stirring resonate louder.&nbsp; Lana was quite sure Thomas was well on his way in entirely ruining her.&nbsp; <br><br>"I know something else we're going to enjoy," she whispered hotly against his mouth when she drew back for air, taking only half a heart beat before her lips were on his again.&nbsp; Her hips teased back, raising her moist womanhood to let it rub up along his shaft, begging and pleading to feel him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 20:36:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas chuckled, then kissed her back hungrily, moaning as she ran her lips against his shaft.&nbsp; "Really?" he asked, grinning at her wickedly and holding her at arm's length.&nbsp; "I should make you beg for it, Lana, but I'm just not in the mood."&nbsp; Pushing her down under him, Thomas positioned himself, then spread her lips with one hand, pressing the head of his shaft into the steamy, constricting environ of her sex.&nbsp; "Mmmm... more, perhaps?" he teased, making as if to remove himself, then he fed her the rest, inch by glorious inch, groaning in sensual pleasure.&nbsp; One hand stimulated her clit, rubbing and pinching, and Thomas looked down at Lana's face, watching her response to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 22:22:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hungrily her muscles clenched around him, hugging his shaft so intimately and tightly in her wet passage.&nbsp; She was quite happy that he hadn't made her beg -- there was no way she'd be able to without being reduced to tackling him.&nbsp; To have begged would have postponed the bliss that stole over her as he filled her and had her moaning in loud, deep pleasure.&nbsp; Happily her hips met his as her legs rose slowly and wrapped around his waist, hindering his way of pushing away from her.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"</strong>Yes... yes, please,<strong>"</strong> she moaned and swayed her hips against his, calling and encouraging him to respond.&nbsp; Somehow she likened this to having to beg, even if it was just a little, and the thought had her whimpering, a small frown tugging on her lips even as she moaned and trembled for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 11:20:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas pulled back out and then repeated his slow entrance, bending his head down to kiss her.&nbsp; "I want you to enjoy this, Lana," he whispered to the raven-haired beauty.&nbsp; When he retreated this time, his return was less gentle, starting a rhythm of penetration and retreat.&nbsp; "Mmm, I love you, Lana," he groaned, staring into her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 18:40:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Through the roar of blood in her ears she wasn't sure she heard him right -- the look in his eyes told her that she had.&nbsp; Deep breath exhaled as she closed her eyes and turned her head, her face burying into the side of his neck.&nbsp; Softly she moaned and tightened her arms around him before resting her parted, swollen lips against his neck.&nbsp; She'd never felt so hot before, as if her body was going to explode into an inferno at any moment; every time he plunged in only to entire withdraw only drew her higher and had her whimpering louder.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 18:48:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas moved a little faster now, sensitive to her movements, and he groaned as Lana kissed his neck.&nbsp; Every time his manhood penetrated her body, his entire length, longer than that of her ex by several inches, plunged deep into her tight, wet sex, hard as a strong old oak and engorged with blood.&nbsp; The same hand was still on her clit and his fingernail dragged over it slowly, then he pinched and twisted the sensitive nub before caressing it, still pounding into her body.&nbsp; "Yesssss..." Thomas moaned with a little shiver.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 19:23:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lana felt as if she were being stretched with how snug she fitted over him; it was with some disbelief that he fitted inside her at all, despite everything she knew logically as well.&nbsp; Still, her breath was coming in hard -- panting, really -- as her hips met his still and she felt herself overfilled with each and every thrust.&nbsp; The sensations were addicting, overwhelming as she moaned louder and deeper and the tips of her nails just slightly clawed at his shoulders.&nbsp; At his touch her body was already writhing and her moans broke into whimpered cries of pleasure as she clung to him and met his quickening thrust with such carnal happiness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 19:58:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas was groaning with every thrust now, in awe of the way she fit him, the pleasure she gave him, and the emotional connection between them only made things that much more intense.&nbsp; "Ahhh!&nbsp; I love you Lana," he moaned again, kissing her hungrily, tongue dancing with hers.&nbsp; The meeting of their mouths just made things even more exquisite.&nbsp; His fingers kept up their teasing and pinching of her clit, trying to drive her over the edge before he lost it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 01:40:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas didn't have to try much harder.&nbsp; Loudly she moaned in his mouth, her teeth nipping at the inside of his lip, as her body clung to him and stilled, the orgasm slamming through her.&nbsp; It surprised her how hard it claimed her considering it wasn't the first one for her tonight, and yet she savored in it, let herself sink in.&nbsp; Her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth clung to his, her arms tightened as she trembled and shook, her muscles like a vise around his buried shaft.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 17:30:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The feeling of her muscles clamping down on him drove Thomas's last vestiges of control into full retreat, and he surrendered to it, his manhood spurting explosively into her sex, his seed coating her inner flesh.&nbsp; Into their kiss, he moaned in passion, then finally broke it, gasping hungrily for breath, sweaty and weak as he slumped on top of his lover.&nbsp; Finally, a few long breaths later, he kissed at her cheek.&nbsp; "That was... that was simply incredible, Lana," he whispered, stroking her side gently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 17:39:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For long moments she laid there under him, her eyes closed and her mouth parted wide as she gasped for breath.&nbsp; Still she throbbed as the after effects lingered and slowed her eventual return to reality.&nbsp; Her body was slick, her hair clinging to her back, and she moved it ever so slightly under him even as her arms tightened around him.&nbsp; Lightly she purred into his neck as her breathing began to regulate and she nuzzled into him.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Amazing, but you're getting heavy,<strong>"</strong> she murmured, a happy smile tugging on the corner of her lips and a soft laugh bit back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 17:44:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh I am, am I?" Thomas replied, nipping her earlobe playfully.&nbsp; "I'll remember how nice you were about this if you ever put on weight."&nbsp; He pulled out of her with a look of regret, still mostly hard, and rolled off of her, resting the feverish skin of his back against the cold material of the couch with a little yelp of surprise.&nbsp; "Of course, we're not done for the night, now are we?"&nbsp; Strong hands slid over her stomach, caressing the soft silky skin and tracing over the sweat from their efforts.&nbsp; "I certainly hope not, anyway.&nbsp; A cold shower on a night like this to get rid of my problem down there might be the death of me."&nbsp; One teased up, brushing over her breast, then started to tease and massage it, taunting her nipple with the lightest of touches.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 18:10:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lanara's quiet laugh was broken by a moan as her body slowly arched up toward his touch.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Mmmmm... No, you won't,<strong>"</strong> she murmured as she rolled toward him and shifted upward.&nbsp; Her legs parted around him and she sunk down to straddle him, his shaft caught up gently under her still moist folds.&nbsp; Leaning down her mouth brushed along his shoulder, slowly slid up over his neck before it hovered just above his.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>And I really hope we're not done yet either.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; Slowly her hips rolled back and then forward, rubbing herself along the length of him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 19:42:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas rolled his hips under her, grinding himself back up at her with a naughty little smirk.&nbsp; One hand descended on her tight, pert ass in a teasing spank.&nbsp; "If you keep that up, I've no doubts we're going to be doing this for quite a while," he answered, squeezing the firm flesh of her cheek, then swatting her again.&nbsp; His other hand caught her breast, cupping it softly, then his fingers pinched her nipples for a moment only to turn it loose, caressing the globe of flesh once more.&nbsp; Turning loose, it glided over her skin to tangle in the length of her dark, silky hair, pulling her head back so that his lips could caress the soft skin of her neck, then give way for his teeth to nip sharply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 22:57:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sting along her backside was too brief, fading moments after the swat and had Lana surprising herself with the soft whimper that came forth.&nbsp; Pleasurably she moaned as her head tilted back under his touch, though she couldn't resist lifting her head just a bit to give some resistance in her hair.&nbsp; The slight tug that accompanied his sharp nips had her moaning still, and she rocked her hips slower this time.&nbsp; Deeply she ground into him, though was very careful not to let him slip into her, letting the thickness nestle between her folds.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 23:03:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas chuckled, then spanked her again.&nbsp; "You're a naughty one, aren't you?&nbsp; A very dirty, naughty girl, hidden under that prim, proper medical student you are in the daylight..." he teased, nipping at her neck once more and delivering another swat on her rear, then caressing it once more.&nbsp; The hand in her hair tugged further, even as he rolled his hips up against her.&nbsp; "Teasing me like this, too.&nbsp; Your last boyfriend, he would never let you play the way you wanted to, did he?" that same tempting whisper added, continuing, "Well, I <em>like</em> bad, naughty girls like you, though I might have to <em>punish</em> them occasionally."&nbsp; The next spank was a littler harder, delivered right as he forced his hips up sharply, driving his shaft against her clit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 23:21:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was, she thought, a little strange that she'd come out of her shell so quickly with Thomas.&nbsp; Yet, there hadn't been any of normal inhibitions she'd felt when meeting guys -- all manner of how she met them aside.&nbsp; Was it another effect of the drug?&nbsp; Or simply because of who Thomas was?&nbsp; She rather thought it was the latter as his words struck her to the core and had her nodding, then whimpering because of the hold on her hair.&nbsp; Yet, her head didn't tilt entirely back, keeping up a small strain.&nbsp; <br><br>With each smack that landed on her rear she shuddered and cried out softly, not having anticipated them and yet unable to deny the thrill building up inside of her.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Yes, I am,<strong>"</strong> she whimpered as his hand landed again, her ass instinctively flexing and her hips jerked forward.&nbsp; A low groan escaped as her hands splayed against his chest and she tried to wiggle her hips back just a little, giving back the room between his cock and her.&nbsp; He was right about her and the boyfriend --&nbsp; her ex would have had a heart attack before even thinking of smacking her ass, much less pull her hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 23:35:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas continued to push against her, enjoying the way she responded.&nbsp; "And I'm right about your boyfriend, too, aren't I?&nbsp; Naughty girls like you don't hold back, not unless someone makes them," he went on, swatting her ass again, then groping it slowly, licking along her throat playfully before nibbling once more.&nbsp; He let her hair go, trusting to her own desires to keep her in place now, then both hands were on her pert ass again, squeezing her firm cheeks before he started to tease his shaft against her clit, moving her hips against him as he did so.&nbsp; "So, are we going to do this until you get me off, or are you going to ride me like a cowgirl, Miss Lana?"&nbsp; A wicked smirk twisted his lips as he teased her, pushing a finger into her ass once more to prod her into responding somehow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 23:51:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uhn," she whimpered at the next sting to her soft, rounded ass and partially closed her eyes as the next one came.&nbsp; She savored them both, reveled the way her heart was speeding up again.&nbsp; Briefly she wondered what he meant about having to punish on occasion, but the thought slipped away when he spoke again and had her attention focused entirely on him.&nbsp; With her head kept tilted back Lanara nodded as she moaned, her ass puckering around the intruding finger and then her hips slid forward.&nbsp; In one swift motion she slid his hard shaft in, deeply buried him and let it linger, taking in the impact of being stretched and overfilled by him.&nbsp; She didn't give herself too long to accommodate, her eagerness readily apparent as her body began to sway; freely came her soft moans, her hands sliding up to grip onto his shoulders as her hips developed a steady pace, taking him as deep as possible with each thrust.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 00:10:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas moaned in pleasure at her sudden, bold change of action, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts.&nbsp; Even as his hips matched her pace, slamming up against her thighs and ass.&nbsp; "Ooooh, adventurous now?" he teased, running his thumbs around her nipples, then pinching them as he groaned from a particularly nice encounter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 00:58:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lana was proud of how she managed to keep herself steady and not give in to the temptation of riding him quickly; this was something she intended on taking her time with.&nbsp; He wasn't making it easy, though, her hard nipples aching in his hands and the movements making her hips twitch and jerk hard against his.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Yes, yes,<strong>"</strong> came the moaned words as she nodded her tilted head, her breath hitching as she started to give in and buck her hips forward a little quicker.&nbsp; God, he felt so good buried in her; it felt even better being in this position.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 17:43:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas was enjoying himself just as much, both the feeling of her tight, wet sex wrapped around him and the aesthetic pleasure of the dark-haired beauty on top of him.&nbsp; His hands continued to support and caress her breasts, slowly teasing and stimulating them.&nbsp; Strong muscles moved his hips underneath her, and he pinched her nipples once more, contrasting pleasure and pain with a wicked little smile as lust danced in his eyes.&nbsp; "I want you to remember this for the rest of your life, Lana," he whispered intently.&nbsp; "This and every other time we're together..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 00:38:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				So badly she wanted to let her head fall forward and bury her face into the curve of his neck, to rain kisses over his skin to let him know her adoration.&nbsp; Instead she kept it tilted back, even as he pleasured her breasts and had shudders born from ecstasy rippling through her, her breasts aching and her nipples swelling pink and puckered from his administrations.&nbsp; Happily came her deep moans as her hips continued to rock steadily against his, her pace building deeper and harder; eagerly her hips smacked against his.&nbsp; She tried tried taking it slow, letting herself savor him, but it felt so incredibly gratifying to let herself go and to take and be taken as passionate as she wanted.&nbsp; There was no one to hold her back, only Thomas to urge her forward.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 18:19:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas kept up the manipulation of her body that was driving her so wild, giving her a wicked little smirk as he started to apply more pressure to her nipples, taking a lusty satisfaction in her responses.&nbsp; The deep moans from her throat were music to his ears, and he groaned in a deeper counterpoint.&nbsp; His hips underneath her rolled and bucked, shoving up against his paramour each time she fell, the gloriously tight, wet depths of her sex driving him wild.&nbsp; "That's right, Lana, enjoy yourself," he urged, moving one hand down from her breast to deliver a hard swat across her ass.&nbsp; "Naughty, naughty Lana."&nbsp; His voice was a deeply sensual groan, another spank landing on her, and then a finger forced itself inside her rear end, teasing her once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 02:34:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"</strong>Yes... yes, Thomas... yes... <strong>"</strong>&nbsp; She'd never remembered being so verbal and she was barely talking as it was.&nbsp; Lana couldn't stop moving -- her hips were on an auto pilot of delectation, the quick, hard and deep pace becoming a steady hum of hips smacking against his.&nbsp; Continually she moistened her lips in between the heavy, guttural moans that had her breathless and her chest heaving.&nbsp; The freed breast bounced, sending a rush of air against her swollen nipple and having her muscles clenching around his body.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Mmmm, yes, please... please.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; Her tone was pleading as she gasped and lifted her ass, exposing it to him freely.&nbsp; The sting of his slap remained, lingered on her pert bottom and had her gasping, pleading, for more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 02:42:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas laughed, then groaned as her sharp descent impacted on him particularly pleasantly.&nbsp; "You like this, do you?" he teased, pushing his finger into her again, then after several strokes, a second joined it, even as he moved his hips up against hers.&nbsp; The remaining hand on her breast tightened, pinching once more, then massaging it gently.&nbsp; "I can only imagine what you'd do if I were actually putting something <em>else</em> in there... especially if I spanked you at the same time."&nbsp; He was on the edge himself, and part of the reason for the dirty talk was to keep her up - at this sort of pace, with that beautiful woman on top, it was likely he'd not last much longer, and Thomas had no intention of disappointing a lady like this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 01:30:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quickly her dark head nodded as her hands fell to shoulders, Lana unable to keep herself up entirely on her own by this point.&nbsp; It was like being caught up in a sea's high tide; the more she and Thomas rocked against each other the higher the pleasure built, lashed its waves out at her until she almost felt like she were drowning.&nbsp; She certainly wasn't breathing normally with the way her chest burned, but with each gasp of breath came a moan louder than the last.&nbsp; Thomas' imagery had her groaning inwardly and her ass clenching and then clenching as she shuddered in anticipation.&nbsp; Oh, would he?&nbsp; Not now -- oh God, definitely not now -- but she had an inkling she very well could find herself in that precise situation.&nbsp; Harder her hips smacked into his as the thoughts overtook her, had her nails slightly digging into his skin and her womanhood started to clench around him.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 21:58:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was driving Thomas mad the way she responded, the hard smacks of flesh as their hips met, the clenching of her womanhood around him, the way she moaned with each desperate breath.&nbsp; &nbsp; Two fingers kept pushing up and then retreating inside her ass, rough and hard, just as his thrusts against her plunges became more forceful.&nbsp; The hand on her breast pinches once more, and then Thomas lost his battle to hold back his own release.&nbsp; With a powerful groan, thick, ropy jets of seed flooded into her body, his skin flushing from the effort even as his shaft seemed to engorge from the power of the orgasm inside her body.&nbsp; "Oh god, Lana, love..." he moaned, breathing heavily, staring up at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 05:25:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas' release was her own undoing; she slammed her hips into his with one final, strong thrust and then cried out sweetly as her body arched high and then stilled, held captive by the climax.&nbsp; Her nails dug into his shoulders as her cry deepened into a mewled moan, the orgasm sweeping over her with such a intensity that it literally left her breathless.&nbsp; She was throbbing everywhere.&nbsp; There wasn't a muscle that wasn't savagely clenched as her heart erratically thudded against her chest and her juices spilled over the shaft buried so deeply in her.&nbsp; <br><br>It took several minutes before she could even stir herself to move.&nbsp; The ache that spread up along her shoulders and neck was ignored as she slowly relaxed her hands and rolled her head back up, then down.&nbsp; Lana's body lowered to him and she pillowed her cheek on his chest, her own heaving with each struggled breath.&nbsp; God, she couldn't ever remember being so swept away before; she'd never felt like this and knew her addiction to Thomas was quite possibly complete.&nbsp; <br><br>What a day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 16:52:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas reached up past her as Lana lay on his chest, pulling one of the blankets on the back of the couch down and spreading it around them, then repeating it so they were quite warm despite the room's chill temperature as the night went on.&nbsp; "Shh, Lana," he urged, sliding his arms around her and shifting a bit to get more comfortable.&nbsp; "Just relax and rest, lovely."&nbsp; His lips brushed her scalp, caressing her head gently.&nbsp; One hand slowly stroked her dark hair, untangling it ever so lightly where their frenzied lovemaking had done so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 17:15:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"</strong>Mmmm, yes, Thomas,<strong>"</strong> she murmured, purred really, as her lips quirked up in a slow, deeply content smile tugged on her lips.&nbsp; She was utterly captured in a glow of happiness.&nbsp; Tugged down by a sense of exhaustion, Lana's eyes closed, her arms loosely wrapping around his shoulder and neck.&nbsp; She kept her hips nestled into his, delighted in the continued feel of him buried inside her, and knew she could have laid like this for hours -- possibly even days.&nbsp; The feel of his hard body under his was a cushion of intimacy and strength -- and oh, a happy purr slipped through when he began to stroke her hair -- that she utterly clung to.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 21:21:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas drifted off, content and happy with the warmth and weight of her on top of him as she slept.&nbsp; The covers were pulled around them tight, keeping both of the lovers warm as they dreamed in each others' arms.<br><br>The next morning, they were awoken by two bathrobes being dropped on them by Thomas's maid.&nbsp; "Good morning, sir, miss Lana.&nbsp; I trust your night was pleasant?" Elise asked with a pleasant, politely brusque manner.&nbsp; "If either of you have preferences for your breakfast, I'm happy to entertain suggestions for the menu to prepare while you clean up," she added pointedly.&nbsp; "I've taken the liberty of providing Miss Lana with a clean outfit.&nbsp; I think you'll find the water quite warm."&nbsp; The maid, dressed in casual slacks and a warm sweater, looked down at them with an outwardly disapproving air, but the twinkle of mischief in her eyes put the lie to it.<br><br>Thomas blinked, then yawned.&nbsp; "Err, yes.&nbsp; Waffles, bacon, and some cantaloupe, maybe?" he suggested, glancing at Lana and waiting for her response.&nbsp; Once Elise had her answer, she nodded politely and bustled off to tend to the matter of breakfast, and Thomas turned look at Lana a bit sheepishly.&nbsp; "Well, uh, I guess we go take showers.&nbsp; Unless you really <em>want</em> to deal with Elise in one of her more insistent moods..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 18:49:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"</strong>Don't you know bacon is bad for you?&nbsp; I'll just have the same,<strong>"</strong> Lana sleepily mumbled, her eyes not yet open.&nbsp; She wasn't the lightest of sleepers -- in fact, she was a rather deep sleeper -- and had barely heard the last bit of the conversation between Thomas and Elise as she meandered toward being semi-awake.&nbsp; Her limbs gently tightened around Thomas' as she snuggled back into him, unwilling to give up the cocoon of warmth they'd created between them and the blanket.&nbsp; <br><br>He was still buried inside of her, their hips fitted perfectly together as if they'd be cut from the same mold.&nbsp; Last night had been... wow.&nbsp; It was the only word she could really think of that adequately described everything.&nbsp; She'd never been like that -- so free and, well, a little wild in comparison to her past forays.&nbsp; Where had her inhibitions been?&nbsp; Her internal censors that should have stopped her from initiating their intimacy?&nbsp; It was as if they'd never existed yesterday, which left her now a slightly uncomfortable.&nbsp; She wasn't awake enough yet to think about the whys of yesterday, and even if she had been, she wasn't entirely sure she would want to.<br><br>Now he wanted her to move and she whimpered, tightening her arm around his chest. <strong>"</strong>Showers?&nbsp; That's plural.&nbsp; We could save water and time by taking one together...<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; Now her eyes half opened and turned upward toward him, a hint of mischief in them.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 19:52:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We could, yes," Thomas answered, looking back into her blue eyes with a grin, stroking her hair once more.&nbsp; "Of course, with a wet, naked, beautiful woman, I'm not sure I could keep my hands to myself.&nbsp; And I don't think she'd be keeping her hands off me, either, now would she?" he teased, nuzzling her forehead and gracing it with a gentle kiss.&nbsp; His free hand slid down her back, then rest on her firm, curvy rear, squeezing it gently.&nbsp; Then he delivered a soft spank to her skin.&nbsp; "Don't you go back to sleep on me, sleepy head, or I'll toss you in the shower with cold water to make sure you're up."&nbsp; The voice was warm and sensual, even as he caressed and massaged her ass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 02:47:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Softly she chuckled as her head rolled and mouth pressed lightly to his chest.&nbsp; So lightly came her moan as he massaged her ass and she could feel herself stirring again.&nbsp; So very slowly her hips rocked forward just enough to jostle him within her.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>I won't fall asleep, I promise,<strong>"</strong> she murmured huskily as her body slowly rocked forward once again and her teeth nipped ever so gently at his nipples.&nbsp; Then, with a wicked grin and playful wink, Lana was pulling herself entirely away from him.&nbsp; Carefully she eased him from her, even though she whimpered and instantly longed to have him fill her again, she was sliding off him and the couch.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Come on... I haven't a clue where the showers are and if I get lost you're the one to blame.<strong>"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 15:25:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas laughed at her response, then got up behind her.&nbsp; "Well, if you insist," he answered, kissing her hair, then he pulled her along after him up the stairs and into the bathroom, warm and inviting despite the elegant circumstances.&nbsp; He starts the hot water in a generously-sized shower, and then, with an impish smirk, he pushes the brunette under the cleansing stream with a smack on her rear.&nbsp; The man followed her in, then slid his hands up and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly.&nbsp; "You do realize that I have a weakness for sex in the shower, don't you?" he teased, nipping at her earlobe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 01:09:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lana's soft laughter was interrupted with a whimpered moan before she playfully tugged away from his hands and further into the spray of hot water.&nbsp; Half turning, she grinned over her shoulder at him, her nipples half perked in the anticipation of being played with before she denied them the chance.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Now, now... Elise will be mad if we're late to breakfast and I like my food warm, not cold.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;The scolding was gentle and light, she hadn't meant a word for it and it shone in her eyes, though she did reach for the closest wash cloth and soap as if she had every intention of actually doing more than showering.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 16:51:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sure she's realized we might be a little... slow," Thomas answered, pulling her against him as his manhood rubbed along the crack of her ass.&nbsp; Warm hands gripped her breasts once more, pinching her nipples, and he nipped at the side of her neck.&nbsp; "Besides, it'd be a shame to waste the opportunity, wouldn't it?"&nbsp; The fingertips on her nipples got more aggressive, then soft and gentle, even as his lips caressed closer to her ear so he could nip and nibble on it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 00:24:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"</strong>Oooh.<strong>"</strong> The moan fell softly from her lips as Lana abandoned all thoughts of showering and surrendered to his touch.&nbsp; It was so easy to do, to give in to the pleasure he silently promised.&nbsp; It made the ecstasy that slithered her through that much more delicious, her sensitive nipples eagerly pebbling and aching in his hands.&nbsp; Already she could feel the warmth building between her legs and encouragingly her hips arched back, letting the smooth roundness of her ass rub up along his firmed shaft.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"</strong>Oh yes,<strong>"</strong> she whimpered, her hands sliding back to grasp onto his thighs and firmly she pressed her back into his chest.&nbsp; It allowed her to roll her head back onto his shoulder and lightly she nipped at his neck, needing to be able to touch him in some way, to express her own desire for him.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 17:41:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas kept his hands on her breasts, warm and supportive, and his fingers got rougher as they pinched and twisted her nipples.&nbsp; His mouth began to nip and lick along the soft skin of her neck.&nbsp; "So, you do want this, huh?" he teased, grinding his hips against her.&nbsp; "Bend forward."&nbsp; He didn't give her the option of refusing, suddenly moving and pushing her against the wall of the shower.&nbsp; One hand descended on her rear end in a hard smack, then Thomas slid his hand underneath her, spreading her lips... and then a sudden, hard thrust filled her with him, his loud groan erupting into the shower.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 17:20:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hands flew up to barely catch herself as she fell against the shower wall with a soft gasp of alarm and anticipation, the latter being far more potent.&nbsp; Loudly she whimpered, her pert, rounded bottom flinching and then relaxing at the smack that had pleasure skittering up along her back.&nbsp; The quickness at how he took her left a little off guard and yet all too aroused at the same time.&nbsp; Her head tipped back as the deep moan came, her hips arching back toward his to meet his thrusts.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"</strong>Yes, yes.&nbsp; Oh, <em>fuck </em>me, Thomas, <em>please</em>,<strong>"</strong> she moaned and begged, one hand slipping from the wall to brush the thick wet strands of hair from her face and eyes, flipping them back with the rest that rested all the way down past the curve of her bottom.&nbsp; Never was she going to look at showers quite the same way again.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 19:18:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas laughed at the response.&nbsp; "That'd be the general idea, love," he teased, swatting her bottom playfully.&nbsp; His other hand slid up under her body, cupping one breast.&nbsp; "I love that dark hair of yours, you know.&nbsp; So long and sexy..."&nbsp; Still buried in her, her paramour started to tease and pinch one nipple, but the other hand spanked her again.&nbsp; "But are you sure you want me?&nbsp; After all, I do seem a bit... distracting... to you..."&nbsp; He groped her firm bottom, then pushed a finger into her rear end teasingly before spanking her once more, rocking his hips to move himself inside of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 01:53:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"</strong>Please... Thomas...<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; The words came moaned as her body shuddered in delight, the muscles in her ass flinching in delight.&nbsp; More she craved even as he rocked himself into her, her pebbled nipples aching in pleasure; it made her moan deeper, throatier.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Yes, yes, I want you.&nbsp; I do... I want you.<strong>"</strong>&nbsp; Her small hole puckered around his finger and she whimpered at the withdrawal even as she moaned at the next smack to her bottom.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Yes, please, spank me ... fuck me... take me, Thomas,<strong>"</strong> she begged softly, whimpered the words.&nbsp; Tilting her head back further, she slipped her hand down to her clit, letting a finger lightly rub between the warm, moist lips.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moonsword</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 01:57:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A low growl of desire and pleasure answered her as Thomas pulled back out all the way, then shoved himself in again just as hard.&nbsp; His hand landed once more on her rear end and once more his finger found its way into her.&nbsp; "Do you like this, mm?" he teased, pinching her nipple harder, then massaging her once more even as he pushed his finger in and out.&nbsp; "Do you like having me toy with your body this way, love?"&nbsp; Thomas's voice was a soft, warm purr of desire and demand as he slid out of her again and delivered another hard thrust.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Gifted Lady (Moonsword and Moirae)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 15:18:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The next thrust had her moaning even louder, blossomed the seed of need in the pit of her stomach and had her whimpering -- pleading -- for more.&nbsp; Her stance widened just a little as her hips arched back into him and her wet head nodded quickly.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Yes, yes, I do,<strong>"</strong> she whimpered, her breast aching in his hand.&nbsp; Oh, God, he was driving her insane.&nbsp; Her body was aching for him, being driven by the jolts of pleasure he kept lashing through her.&nbsp; Her hips met him for the second thrust and she moaned throatily, nipped lightly on her lower lip.&nbsp; <strong>"</strong>Thomas, please... I need you, I want you.<strong>"</strong>
			</dd>
		</dl>
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