A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart & Archermonkey)
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				Title: <strong>A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 04:46:55</strong>
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				Shelby Micheals flicked her head from left to right, checking for cars. Seeing that it was clear, she headed for her silver 2007 Honda Accord. Her black bheels were clicking loudly as she moved swiftly across the darkened street. She hated have to be at work this late. However, as a secretary, she couuldn't leave until everything was ready for the next day. Her parents had often expressed concern as to her hours. She wondered why she had even bothered moving out. They were just as protective and nosey as they were when she lived at home.<br><br>Shelby was a woman now. She had even been late for adulthood, moving out at 19. Now, at 20, she was finally being grown-up. Mom and Dad din't seem to notice, though. She would come home to several messages complaining as to why she wasn't home yet. It was dark out, after all. Young ladies aren't out this late. Shelby struggled with her car keys in the low light. Finally, she had the door open. She sighed as she slid into her car and shut the door. Today had been long.<br><br>She pulled her dirty blonde hair out of the bun at the back of her head. Kicking off her heels to drive, Shelby glanced up at her blue eyes in her rearview mirror. She turned on her radio and set it to a nice soft jazz station. The night was a little cold, despite her green turtleneck sweater and slacks. Shelby shivered as she started the heater. It wouldn't need to on for too long.<br><br>Finally, she started the car. Time to go home...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 07:11:00</strong>
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				A sudden knock on the passenger side window of the Accord was startling.&nbsp; Perhaps even moreso was the face which accompanied it a moment later.&nbsp; It had been almost two months since Shelby had seen Will Sommerset, and after no contact in all that time since their rather messy break-up, she'd heard nothing from him.&nbsp; "Hey," he said, though she lip-read his word more than heard through the closed window.&nbsp; His bestubbled cheeks lifted in a smile - a smile that had always seemed charming and beguilingly innocent, until she'd learned to read his eyes - and Will motioned in a circular gesture, asking wordlessly for her to roll down the window.<br><br>The last time Shelby had seen Will he hadn't been smiling.&nbsp; In fact, the twenty-five year old had almost managed to look guilty after being caught with another woman, but with Will it was hard to say exactly which emotions were real and which were the ones he wanted you to see.&nbsp; He was terribly convincing when he wanted to be, to the point where she had become unsure if she could trust him at all before the end of the relationship.&nbsp; Yet despite that, many of his most fantastic stories were accompanied by proof.&nbsp; She'd been to the mansion he'd grown up in before being disowned (though he wouldn't even lie about what had led to that, he just refused to answer), she'd seen the arguments he got into with his brother there.&nbsp; So too had she seen the photographs of Will competing in martial arts tournaments before his knee had been shattered, though whether he was a champion as he'd claimed was difficult to say; certainly the possibility existed (and the agility and strength and even self-control that she knew him to have spoke well of it) but he had no specific proof of the claim.&nbsp; Either way, it should have made little difference, she was never supposed to see him again.&nbsp; Yet here he was, suspiciously charming as ever at first glance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 07:53:31</strong>
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				Shelby jumped at the sound. She turned down the radio and looked in that direction. She stiffened when she saw Will. Her day had suddenly gotten worse. She remembered telling him that she never wanted to see him again, heartbreaking though it was. Even after what he did, she still loved him and that made her mad.<br><br>Will was obviously just a slick and carming as ever. He dared to greet her smiling. Gripping her steering wheel, Shelby silently vented for moment before looking back at him. She cursed under her breath as he smiled and motioned for her to roll down the window. She knew she shouldn't, but before she knew it, the button had been pressed. Her voice was steely, shakey:<br><br>"What do you want, Will?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 08:57:25</strong>
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				"Shel, God I'm glad I caught you," he said to her, his voice a study in sincere relief.&nbsp; "I'm really sorry, I know you probably don't want to see me right now, but..."&nbsp; His smile faltered, as if he found it difficult to say what he had to speak next.&nbsp; Will looked away just for a moment, a crack seeming to appear in his friendly and confident facade for just a few seconds before his smile returned, a little more feebly.&nbsp; "Look, I know you hate me, and you deserve to, but I'm stuck here and I've got no-one else I can ask for help.&nbsp; My car's stopped dead, and my phone's the same (since I forgot to charge it), and I really need a lift to a garage so I can get someone to go out and take a look at it."&nbsp; The expression he wore couldn't be anything other than hopeful, though behind it there seemed to be a kind of resignation.&nbsp; It was as though he already knew her answer but he found himself desperate enough to try, anyway.&nbsp; "I know a place that's on your way home from here, and I swear you wouldn't have to put up with me for more than five minutes - ten, at most.&nbsp; Please, Shel, do this and I promise you'll never have to hear from me again if you don't want to."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 08:15:51</strong>
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				Shelby scoffed, both at the nickname and the plea. She opened her wallet and pulled out a twenty. She tossed it towards him.<br><br>"Call a cab. Hell, anyone that cares," she coldly stared out the windshield.<br><br>How dare he! Coming at me, near weepy and hopeful. It was an act, one that used to melt her heart. The only thing new is that she vowed to never fall for it again. If she helped him, he'd expect it again. And again. And again. The promise to stay away would never be kept and she'd end up involved with him all over again. Shelby clenched her teeth and tightened her grip on the steering wheel. Nope, not going to happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 08:31:11</strong>
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				"Shel, wait," he said, seemingly uninterested in her money.&nbsp; "Come on, I know I was an ass, but we had some good times too, right?"&nbsp; He hadn't moved from his position, his head partly inside the passenger side window.&nbsp; "Remember the time I picked up your friend after she had that shitty date?&nbsp; That took up my whole night, and I never asked for anything for that.&nbsp; Come on.&nbsp; Just ten minutes.&nbsp; Tn minutes, and then you'll never have to see me again, if you don't want to," Will explained.&nbsp; He looked hopeful, and oddly submissive,, until he flashed that smile again.&nbsp; That same charming smile he always used, the one that he knew made him seem harmless yet irresistible at the same time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 08:53:33</strong>
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				Shelby closed her eyes. Good times and bad? What a cheesy point! But Wendy's blind date with that guy was valid. Damn it! She still owed him for that. She sighed and picked her money up and shoved it into the unused ashtray. It was just ten minutes.<br><br>Shelby glared at him. "Ten minutes. To the auto shop. That's it."<br><br>She unlocked the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 08:57:13</strong>
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				Will grinned broadly, relief barely touching his expression in the rush towards a more plainly happy expression as he opened the door.&nbsp; "Thanks so much, babe.&nbsp; I really appreciate this."&nbsp; He got into the car swiftly, before she could change her mind, and slipped on the seat belt.&nbsp; "So, is talking allowed?&nbsp; I'd love to hear how you've been.&nbsp; God knows I've been thinking about you a lot, wondering if you've been doing okay."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 19:51:12</strong>
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				Shelby flinched and tightened her grip on the steering at the pet name.<br><br>"Babe?! Do that again and I'll throw you right back out!" she relaxed slightly, as she pulled the car out into the road, "Somehow I doubt that, but I suppose talking wouldn't hurt."<br><br>She secretly wondered how he was doing, too. The questions better not get too personal, but she knew Will would more than likely try. It didn't mean she had to answer them. The ride to the auto shop didn't have to a small war, at least. Lord knows she didn't need any more stress right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 23:14:40</strong>
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				Will's hands went up in mock-surrender, as if he were hastily backing away from the point of contention.&nbsp; "Okay, sorry, no 'babe', then," he told her.&nbsp; Even as he said it, his lips parted in a sudden smile.&nbsp; "It's going to be hard, though.&nbsp; You should probably be happy I haven't slipped and called you 'love', yet," Will explained, his tone and bearing such that she couldn't quite tell if he was joking.&nbsp; "Anyway, talking.&nbsp; Talking's good, yeah?"&nbsp; From the corner of her eye, Shelby could see that Will had turned to look at her.&nbsp; There was something unsaid in his gaze, something he seemed to want to say.&nbsp; But the pause ended as quickly as it had begun, and he picked up with the same light tone, the one that refused to grow argumentative, or admit even the slightest sadness.&nbsp; It was how he spoke when he wasn't entirely sure what to say, so he allowed attitude to carry him through.&nbsp; "How was work, today?" he asked.&nbsp; "Did you ever end up getting that raise you've had due?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 00:12:25</strong>
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				Shelby's brow furrowed slightly. She didn't know if she liked the looks he was giving her. They were too remenicent, too personal. She shook off the feeling when the moment ended. Maybe she was seeing things? The idea came up that she just wanted him to be missing her, honestly this time. She shook that idea off, too. Not a good train of thought either.<br><br>Shelby sighed, reflecting on the day. "Work was pretty crazy today. We had seven new clients today. Usually, we're lucky to get 2 in one day. The paperwork is long, tedious, and mountains high. I couldn't feel my hand after awhile; it was totally asleep and cramping."<br><br>She laughed. "And yes, I'm out of the mail room. I'm Hammil's secretary now. Gail retired about four monthes ago. I wasn't even interviewed. I just came into work one day and he dropped it on me."<br><br>She smiled at Will, proudly. "Rumor has it he demanded me. The position was never offered, not inside or outside the office."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 00:24:55</strong>
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				The grin that played at the corners of Will's lips broke, blooming into a proud, happy smile.&nbsp; "Seriously?&nbsp; Wow, that's fantastic, Shel.&nbsp; You've deserved to head upwards in that job for a long time.&nbsp; I'm really glad that someone with authority there finally saw it."&nbsp; His right hand lifted, and brushed a little of his brunette hair behind his ear.&nbsp; "Sounds like you had a long day, but it's got to be better than sorting other people's letters, yeah?"&nbsp; His head tilted just a little, and turned just enough that he could look at her with a little sly intrigue.&nbsp; "I bet you ended up celebrating the promotion pretty good, right?&nbsp; Blew most of your first week's raise on a night out to mark the occasion?"
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				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 01:07:09</strong>
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				"Damn straight! Beth, Kara, and I went clubbing! Got a spicy, new outfit and everything!" she whooped, "I sear, one more complaint about misfiled letters and I was jumping off the roof!"<br><br>Shelby immediately regretted her cooments. Damn! She was acting like they were still friends or something. He was too fucking charming! This was how he got her first time! Flirting with him at Wendy's birthday party had progressed and lead to a hook-up. They were a couple two weeks later.<br><br>She resolved to not open her mouth too big again. How well it would work with him, she didn't know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 01:15:10</strong>
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				"Damn," he said, letting the word stretch out to indicate a kind of light carnal longing, combined with regret.&nbsp; "I'm sorry I missed that.&nbsp; Maybe I'll get lucky and run into you while you're wearing it some time, yeah?"&nbsp; He grinned, and though they both knew that the odds of that happening were slim, it seemed that Will wanted to live in that fantasy for at least this moment.&nbsp; "Seriously, though, congratulations, Shel.&nbsp; I'm really glad to see that you're happy."&nbsp; He paused, his head tilting again, though without the intrigue this time - now it was something closer to plain curiosity.&nbsp; "Speaking of which, I know you probably don't want to tell me, but you know I've gotta ask.&nbsp; Is there a guy in your life making you smile right now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 01:44:33</strong>
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				Shelby cocked an eyebrow at him. He was getting dangerously close to flirting and she was getting a strange kick out of it, too. It was like refusing a puppy a treat by dangling it just above his nose. She flipped her hair unconsciously. It felt good to be on top of this! She smiled cockily.<br><br>"Maybe. Maybe not."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 01:49:54</strong>
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				"Oh?", he asked, his grin wide and his expression curious - it was clear that he was enjoying the game here, too.&nbsp; "Does that mean that maybe there's a guy?&nbsp; Or maybe he's making you smile?&nbsp; Because if you're not sure on that, then <em>maybe</em> you should look to upgrade, hmmm?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 04:58:39</strong>
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				Shelby threw her head back and laughed, an easy gesture that should have scared her. She was started to get comfortable and the warning bells were fading. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. He was smiling and curious. Ha! He was totally begging now! She had to clench the steering wheel and pinch her eyes shut to keep from squeeling happily. This was so much fun! Now wonder guys loved to do this. She waved him off flippantly.<br><br>"Maybe the guy is making me smile. Or maybe I did upgrade and picked a woman."
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				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 11:19:07</strong>
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				Will's brow shot up in sudden curious surprise&nbsp; "You know, I'm probably supposed to feel as if my manhood's been challenged, if you turned to women after me," he said, tilting his head.&nbsp; "Yet somehow all i can think of is how much I want to have a video camera right now..."&nbsp; He grinned.&nbsp; "Besides, my theory is that you weren't turned off of men because of a bad experience, but rather because you knew that you could never find a better guy in bed.&nbsp; Where else to go but the fairer sex?"&nbsp; Chuckling, Will continued, apparently on a minor roll.&nbsp; "But if it is a guy, that'd explain why you're not sure if he's making you smile.&nbsp; I mean, it's not really fair to make him live up to your expectations in the sack after me, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>03-10-2009, 11:21:26</strong>
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				"Hah!" Shelby couldn't help but say that rather loudly, "Or so you'd like to think! I will have you know that you were not the last man I had in the sack, and I enjoyed in emensely!"<br><br>Shelby suddenly rembered the first part of his response. "What on earth would you need a camera for? Its not like I'm up to my cheeks in another woman's bush right now. Or is that for blackmail?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>03-10-2009, 12:42:32</strong>
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				Will seemed to ignore the first part of what she'd said; she'd answered his original question, of course, but it wasn't like he was looking to dwell on the point.&nbsp; To the second though, he allowed one eyebrow to quirk just a little, and an expression overtook him that suggested that he was trying rather hard to not smile.&nbsp; "Boy scout motto, Shel.&nbsp; Always be prepared," he said as his response.&nbsp; "Besides," he said, deciding that he needed to push the situation a little further, to take Shel out of her comfort zone - or back into it, in a manner of speaking - if he was going to make any real progress with her.&nbsp; His hand reached out and came down on her thigh, in a way he'd done regularly as a passenger during the time they'd been together.&nbsp; It was familiar, but far too intimate for a ten minute drive.&nbsp; "You must think that you've got something I want if you're thinking of blackmail, hmm?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 22:33:30</strong>
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				Unfotunately, Will's gesture did indeed break Shelby's streak and bring back to a level of discomfort. She let go of the wheel with her right hand and disgutsedly threw away Will's hand. She had almost gone along with it for a few seconds.<br><br>"Don't do that!" Shelby snapped, "Or I'll let you out right here!"<br><br>She immediately felt sheepish as she rounded the corner and saw the shop. Blushing, she pulled to the curb. She slammed the shifter up to park and slumped back into her seat. Shelby stared hard through the windshield.<br><br>"Well, here you go. We're here. Now get out!"
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				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 14:04:32</strong>
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				Will pulled his hand away, looking at Shelby as if he were genuinely hurt and surprised by the rejection.&nbsp; The expression shifted, becoming regretful and apologetic.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, Shel," he said, turning out to the window for just a moment before turning back to his ex.&nbsp; Before he knew it they were pulling up, and her anger seemed unabated.&nbsp; "Shel, I stepped over a line, I know, I'm sorry.&nbsp; It just... it's so easy to fall back into the old patterns.&nbsp; I always felt so at ease with you, you know?", he offered by way of explanation.&nbsp; His lips pulled into a single thin line, and he sighed.&nbsp; "I don't want to leave it like this.&nbsp; Not with you angry with me again," Will told her, sounding sincere.&nbsp; "At least let me take you out to buy you a coffee.&nbsp; You know, to celebrate the promotion?&nbsp; If you're not going to want to see me again, I'd rather you could remember back to me at least <em>trying</em> to do something nice," he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 18:24:46</strong>
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				Shelby's anger subsided. He was really trying to be nice and she had flown off the handle. She blushed, ashamed off herself. She turned to try to say something, but the words stuck for a moment before coming out.<br><br>"I-I'm sorry. That was too much. I don't know what happened there." she looked down at her lap and released the steering wheel.<br><br>Maybe it wouldn't hurt. Going out as old friends. It didn't mean anything more than a 'hey, long time no see!' sort of thing. Maybe she was just scared of letting him get too close. Despite the fact that she had had relationships after Will, it had taken her a long time to get over him. She couldn't fall for him again after this long.<br><br>Shelby nodded. "Sure. After you get your car, we'll go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 02:12:23</strong>
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				He smiled - not his usual charming boyish grin, or his playful smirk, but a smile of gratitude and pleasure.&nbsp; "Thanks, Shel.&nbsp; But please, don't apologise to me.&nbsp; It was my fault, you know?"&nbsp; He reached out to take her hand for just a second, and squeezed it, confident that his contrite demeanour and her regret at her earlier response would ensure that she didn't reject the slightly less-personal advance.&nbsp; "I'll meet you a Carravaggio's at 7?&nbsp; It's a good place for celebrations.&nbsp; We'll have fun tonight, you'll see," Will told her as he got out of the car, closing the door and heading into the mechanic.&nbsp; Carravaggio's was where they'd celebrated their one year anniversary.&nbsp; It was a great Italian restaurant, licensed, with an attached cafe.&nbsp; It was hard to tell - was he trying to create an atmosphere, or was it simply the best choice for the meeting?&nbsp; Either way, it would be hard to refute the latter logic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 05:44:41</strong>
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				Shelby pondered the choice as she drove home. She glanced down at the clock on the radio. 5:36. Okay, she would go home, shower, change, and relax for awhile.<br><br>Unlocking the door to her apartment, she heard the phone ringing. She dropped her purse onto the coffee table before picking up the handset laying next to it. <br><br>"Hello?"<br><br>"Hey, Shel. Its Kara." came the reply.<br><br>"Hey, Kara. What's up?" Shelby smiled.<br><br>"Just calling to see if had any plans tonight. Wendy, Beth and I are heading to th Bounce House. Wanna come with?" There was a rustling sound, like she was browsing through her closet.<br><br>Shelby shook her head. "No. I have plans with Will. Carravaggio's."<br><br>The rustling stopped. "Will?" Kara gave a nervous laugh. "Like Will Sommerset Will?"<br><br>Shelby sighed. <em>Here it comes!</em> "Yes. It's just a simple dinner to catch up. I'm not letting be anything more than that."<br><br>Kara's voice became insistent and demanding. "No, Shel! Don't go! Call it off!"<br><br>Shelby rustled her feathers. "Hey! Look! I am a grown woman! Who I choose to spend time with is none of your business!"<br><br>Kara gave a small sigh from the other end of the line. "You're right. It's not. But I'm asking you as a friend please, don't go. I'm worried for you."<br><br>"Thanks, Kara. I'll be fine. I need to go get ready. You, too. Have fun!" Shebly tried to be entusiastic.<br><br>Kara didn't. "Yeah, okay."<br><br>Shelby hung up and continued to get ready.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 13:43:02</strong>
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				As Will arrived back at his car after catching a cab from the garage once Shelby was out of sight, he smiled to himself.&nbsp; Things had gone well.&nbsp; Shelby had teased him, and laughed, and even after snapping, she'd agreed to meet him again tonight.&nbsp; Perhaps most importantly he'd breached the barrier of contact, in a way that made her uneasy about rebuking him.&nbsp; Ideally none of this would be necessary, nor would it have been needed to lie about his car.&nbsp; But the situation wasn't ideal.&nbsp; Shelby was barely willing to look at him after their breakup.&nbsp; Yet he still missed her, and after this evening's drive, he was certain that she felt the same way.&nbsp; Tonight, he knew as he started up his car to head home, to prepare for the date they'd made, would be a very interesting night.<br><br><div align="center">~-~=~-~~=~=~~-~=~-~</div><br>"Shel," he said, standing as she approached the table for two.&nbsp; Will wore one of most charming smiles, and a well-cut grey sports jacket that he knew she liked, with blue jeans and a black microfibre shirt beneath.&nbsp; A gold earring glinted from the left side of his face - it was the one that he only wore when he wanted to make an impression.&nbsp; Strangest of all though, was his timing.&nbsp; Never before had Will Sommerset arrived anywhere before Shelby.&nbsp; "It's fantastic to see you.&nbsp; Honestly I was a little afraid that you'd change your mind," he admitted self-consciously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 07:18:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shelby cocked her head slightly to one side. He made her look underdressed in a blue jean skirt and floral top, though she had chosen the outfit with the idea of casualness. She gave a small smile back and scooted herself into her seat. She had wore no jewlery or anything fancy, as she had taken the dinner at face value. However, it was apparent now that Will hadn't. The idea made her slightly uncomfortable. Displaying her discomfort a little, she scoffed.<br><br>"Oh, come on. I just saw you like an hour or so ago. Stop acting like its such a big deal."<br><br>He was turning up the charm and his timing proved it. It was kind of nice, though...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 10:32:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed.&nbsp; "Seriously, if someone had told you this morning that you'd be here right now with me, what would you have said?&nbsp; Can you blame me for being a little self-conscious for once?&nbsp; I mean, you always said I was too cocky, right?&nbsp; Then again, I always thought that was one of my good traits," he conceded with a grin.&nbsp; "Though you know, even though I figured you'd get a little more done up for this place, I've gotta say that you're the only person I know who can come in under-dressed, but still steal the moment for yourself.&nbsp; You look fantastic," he told her, offering a loaded compliment, though with enough simple charm in his gaze and the way he spoke to make it seem that he was unaware of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 18:30:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shelby laughed, not to disregard the compliment but lighten it. <br><br>"Yes, I guess I can see the shock value. I'd have said no way. " she conceded, "However, I will debate that cockiness is not a good trait. Also, I am not under-dressed, as I am as dressed up as I want to be."<br><br>She paused a moment, thinking. She let out another laugh. Her comment had been cocky, despite lecturing Will's.<br><br>"Maybe I should listen to my own points before I open my mouth."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 05:13:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's alright," he conceded, his expression growing playfully sly.&nbsp; "You're far more dressed than I prefer you to be, anyway," he told her with a chuckle.&nbsp; "So, come in, sit down.&nbsp; I've ordered coffee for you, just the way you like it.&nbsp; I'm paying tonight, so you can order anything from the cafe or restaurant menus, since you probably haven't had time to grab dinner yet, right?"&nbsp; He paused before adding as an afterthought.&nbsp; "Oh, I've ordered some wine for later, too.&nbsp; So we can celebrate this promotion of yours properly."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 06:02:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shelby raised her eyebrow and gave Will a stern, warning look. It was clear that the comment was not appreciated. She waved it off.<br><br>"Sure, though coffee is probably not the best choice for a dinner drink. I will need to sleep at some point tonight." she made a face, "And wine will so not go well with it."<br><br>She picked up the menu in front of her and began scanning it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 16:32:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, how about just the wine, then?", Will offered in counter, seeming not to notice the stern look.&nbsp; "When we order dinner, I can just get the waiter to bring it out right away, instead of waiting like in my original plan."&nbsp; His eyes strayed away, looking intently at something over Shelby's left shoulder before he blinked solidly, and returned his eyes to the menu in front of him.&nbsp; Never one to let a little matter like reading prevent his conversation, he continued.&nbsp; "Did I tell you that I got a new job?", he asked almost idly.&nbsp; It was likely something requiring little skill or effort, knowing Will.&nbsp; He'd always had for more potential than he'd been willing to use.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Night of Sensuality (Fool Heart &amp; Archermonkey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fool Heart</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 23:37:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shelby gave a confused look at his distraction. It was very suspicious. She glanced over her shoulder to look, but noticed nothing unusual. It might just be that she was being petty and distrusting. She shook it off.<br><br>"Okay, a glass or two of wine is fine." she agreed, choosing to ignore the oddness. "Is that right? Whbat was the job again?"
			</dd>
		</dl>
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