Rose and Thorn
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				Title: <strong>Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>21-09-2005, 17:41:20</strong>
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				<em>For Silkcat and Corwin</em><br><br>Doctor Erasmus Cullen, professor and PhD, in Literature and Philosophy, with degrees in history and theology, is one of the youngest professors at the college.&nbsp; He has travelled extensively, and is himself of an interesting mixed heritage.&nbsp; His father was Irish, and is likely to thank for smokey green eyes, the same shade of jade, and his mother was a dance from greece, a true beauty, that he can thank for his olive complection and long dark hair.&nbsp; His hair also makes him a standout amidst stuffy teachers, as he wears it long, bound into a pony-tail, and is of a dark auburn hue that recalls both his parents.&nbsp; He is tall and lean, graceful, with a musculature that can clearly be seen through the jeans and form-fitting shirts or sweaters that he wears.&nbsp; Even his glasses add to his allure, making him appear studious, as well as sensual...the male version of the naughty librarian.&nbsp; His smile is easy, and seems almost always present in the slight curve at the corners of his mouth, and his lips seem soft and extremely kissable.<br><br>The class he teaches is a English Literature, thought he does so with a broader more philisophical eye...he does not give easy grades however, but students gain points for regular and vocal particiapation during discussions.&nbsp; His goal, is to make students think about literature, to see more than the written word, and to provide historical context for whatever it is they are reading.&nbsp; He has been seen dating the Dean, and Grad Students, but thus far, nothing scandalous has come of it.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong><br>The University</strong></span><br><strong>English Literature</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">Discussion Topic:</span> <em>Love and Sex in the Victorian Age</em><br><span class="bbc_u">Books to Have Read: </span> <em>The Picture of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde</em><br><br>Doc Cullen entered the classroom a moment or two after the bell.&nbsp; Late on the first day of classes.&nbsp; He shook his head ruefully, set down his books, and his messenger's bag, and moved tot he board to write his name out in white chalk.&nbsp; Over in the corner of the board, in small letters, his full name and redentials were already stated.&nbsp; For classes though, he preferred to keep things a bit less formal.&nbsp; Fellow Professor's and even grad students might get away with calling him, "Raz", but not until they were considered friends.&nbsp; For now the class would have to settle for what he wrote on the board.<br><br><em>Doctor Cullen or Doc Cullen or even Doc</em><br><br>He smiled as he wrote and read it, and then stepped away from the board, and leaned against the front fo his desk, waiting for the calls to settle, and for his presence to be noticed.&nbsp; While he waited, he surveyed the class; who was back, who was new, and who was late...who was attractive.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>21-09-2005, 20:06:21</strong>
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				He was cute.&nbsp; No, cute wasn't the right word, but Rose could see now what her roommates had been gossiping about.&nbsp; She felt a little out of place with them, so she had only been listening in as the other girls chatted.&nbsp; They were mostly just girls she knew, and when they needed one more person for the apartment - well, the shy sophomore had been an easy choice for them.&nbsp; She felt like she was just listening in a lot of the time, really.&nbsp; It didn't seem that any of them were that excited about English Lit, but they had made sure they all had this section: the last class of the afternoon, with time beforehand for a bit of primping.<br><br>She felt out of place again in the classroom.&nbsp; Some of the other girls had taken seats near a front corner.&nbsp; Not the front-and-center reserved for the geeks, but a tight little knot of chairs where they could whisper.&nbsp; And, Rose noticed, where they'd be looking straight at Doctor Cullen's tight jeans when he bent to write on the board.&nbsp; Not only was he cute, but the rumor was that was quite a romeo, and that flirting with him was a good way to boost your grades.&nbsp; According to her roomates, he hadn't dated any undergrads, yet... it was like a challenge to them.<br><br>So there were plenty of short skirts, tight tops, and low necklines in the cluster of would-be Juliets.&nbsp; Certainly nothing that Rose could compete with.&nbsp; Where the others had C and D cup busts, proudly displayed to catch the eye of any red-blooded male, Rose was a modest B-cup, and even that was an improvement since her senior year or high school and freshman year of college.&nbsp; Where the others had swelling hips and rounded backsides in short skirts or skin-tight jean, Rose had slender boyish hips and long legs with the muscles of a runner.&nbsp; Where their faces were carefully made-up, Rose rarely wore makeup and when she did, not usually much more than lipstick, and the sun had left freckles across her generally pale skin.&nbsp; Where their hair was done in the latest styles, each wave precise or dangling strand strategically placed, Rose's red curls had a tendency to escape any barrette or ponytail band.<br><br>Rose sat on the opposite side, midway back, alongside the windows.&nbsp; Summer was over, its last heat soon enough to be gone.&nbsp; She had just been playing frisbee with some friends before class, and her face was still a bit flushed.&nbsp; She was glad they weren't blasting the AC, or her sleeveless white top might have become... embarassing.&nbsp; Her jeans shorts looked good on her, though she wouldn't have thought so, since they weren't cut to the short and low fashionable level of the season.&nbsp; She had unpacked her backpack next to her desk, and put the eraser of her pencil in her mouth in a comfortable habitual position, watching the handsome young professor and how he'd interact with the flirtacious girls.
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				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>21-09-2005, 20:28:52</strong>
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				Alright, Ladies... Doc said pointedly, smiling at the bevy of whispering co-eds. ..and Gentleman.&nbsp; As the board says, I'm Doc Cullen...welcome back to the University." He paused to let that short bit sink in, "This is English Lit...201 I think, we're covering the Victorian Age.&nbsp; Anyone in the wrong class should check their schedules, and go ahead and depart..." Doc grinned, there were always a few of those.<br><br>A couple of guys cursed, and marched out, another three of the ladies checked their schedules, and groaned.&nbsp; They gathered their things, and as they began to leave, Doc smirked. "101 is down the hall, ladies."<br><br>Doc's eyes once again roved over the assembled students, as he began the standard first day of class speech. "I don't generally use a syllabus...I don't like to be locked down...other than the Dorian Gray book, which is our starting point.&nbsp; Class participation is a big part of your grade, that said, you'll actually have to read the assignments ot participate...I'm not intrested in you guys vomiting back the Cliff Notes...you're adults, I want your thoughs on the matter at hand.&nbsp; Dorian Gray is also, not a long book at all." He smiled winningly for everyone, giving the would-be Juliets a broad wink before continuing, "The subject we'll be discussing for much of this run is Love-" At this point, his eyes lighted upon Rose, and lingered there for a moment, running over her muscular legs, all the way up to her red hair.&nbsp; He smiled at her, if she looked up, and continued his statement as he met her eyes. "-and Sex in the Victorian Age...any questions?"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>21-09-2005, 22:02:38</strong>
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				Rose blushed furiously as he looked at her, meeting his eyes for the briefest of moments before looking down at her desk.&nbsp; She wasn't expecting that and it dragged her from her casual disinterest in an instant.&nbsp; Her cheeks felt warm and she didn't look up again until he continued talking.&nbsp; Without being conscious of it, she wetted her lips then then pinched them tightly over the end of the pencil.&nbsp; Awkwardly, she raised her head to glance at him as he continued.&nbsp; <em>Wow, I can see why they'd want to bet of which of them can get a kiss from him first</em> she thought.&nbsp; She hadn't had that kind of reaction to a guy before.&nbsp; Maybe it was just that she was already a bit flushed from the exercise, or that he kept talking about how the class was going to be talking about sex.&nbsp; Not that she'd had any good sex aside from her own fingers for a long time.&nbsp; She wasn't conscious of it, but her nipples were hardening just thinking about it, quickly becoming visible through her thin bra and shirt.
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				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>21-09-2005, 23:06:57</strong>
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				<em>Oh, a shy one...but look at her glow...</em><br><br>Doc's eyes lingered on Rose for a long moment, and he decided he needed to know her name.&nbsp; He noticed hands up and faces turned his way with questions, and waved them off for a moment.&nbsp; He went to his bag, and pulled out his attendance list. "Let's cleae up who's who first..."<br><br>He began to alphabetically go through the list of names, smiling each time he called on one of the beauties trying to get his attention.&nbsp; Doc teased them a bit with small bits of conversation after calling on each one.&nbsp; His skill with literary double entendre was rather sly; up one's bustle, well turned calves, riding the carriage, sipping nector and so forth.&nbsp; Finally, he called Rose's name, though he was not certain it was her when he called it.&nbsp; He waited a beat, to see who answered.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>22-09-2005, 17:30:10</strong>
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				Freed from his immediate attention she lifted her eyes to watch him work the room.&nbsp; She saw how his clever words made some of her roommates blush too, while others failed to get the double-entendres and just tried to laugh along.&nbsp; Even the guys (while in the minority in the class) caught the humor of much of it.&nbsp; By the time he got to her name, she wasn't as flushed and nervous any more, entertained by his good natured humor.&nbsp; Rose McDougal, here.&nbsp; She raised one hand partially, meeting his eyes again, this time with a bit of her more natural twinkle in her gold-flecked green eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>22-09-2005, 17:41:40</strong>
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				<em>Ah, and there she is...Rose...and McDougal, I should have guessed by her hair.</em><br><br>Doc smiled brightly as he called on Rose, meeting her sparkling eyes for long enough to get one or two would-be Juliets to grow concerned.&nbsp; He called a few names without looking away from her for a bit, and then completed his checklist, putting it aside.&nbsp; "Okay then...now, as we've already said...we'll be having some pretty frank discussions about sex, sexuality and Love in the Victorian Age...if this makes anyone uncomfortable, now is the time to say so.&nbsp; I can arrange for other assignments for those people as necessary."<br><br>The young Professor looked around the room, and saw only one hand.&nbsp; A jock in the background that looked displeased.&nbsp; Doc gestured for him to come forward, and handed him a copy of an assignment list.&nbsp; &nbsp;The younger man frowned, nodded, and left without further arguement.&nbsp; Doc sighed, there was always one of those too.<br><br>He smiled though, winking at the ladies in the front corner, and then addressing the room. "Okay...have any of you ever heard of Dorian Gray or Oscar Wilde before now?" Doc's eyes found Rose easily, and he let her get a glimpse of him looking her over from toe to head. "How about you Rose?"
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				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>22-09-2005, 20:44:53</strong>
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				Rose shifted a little bit in her seat, uncomfortable again with the more searching look.&nbsp; She certainly had noticed men checking her out before, but the combination of this man and this setting was unsettling.&nbsp; "Um.&nbsp; I've heard of Oscar Wilde before.".&nbsp; The end of the pencil went to her pursed lips again. "Wasn't he gay or something, and that was a time when you could get killed for being gay.&nbsp; I mean, not that people haven't been killed for being gay now, but its not legal or anything...".&nbsp; She kind of trailed off, her voice stumbling and apologetic.&nbsp; She felt nervous, and worse felt like she was being stupid in front of the professor, and worse than that she thought that maybe she said all that wrong and other people might think she thought it was okay to kill or be mean to gays.&nbsp; <em>I oughtta just shut my mouth now before I say anything else stupid</em>, she thought.
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				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 17:05:17</strong>
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				Doc beamed at Rose, honestly pleased by her answer, but also pleased that she had a head on her shoulders.&nbsp; Bright eyes lingered on the young lady a moment or two longer, their gaze as palpable as fingertips on Rose's skin, before he looked to the rest of the class. "Rose is absolutely correct.&nbsp; In fact, Wilde dealt with the strict laws of his day while writing many of his works...death for one's proclivities was not unheard of in Wilde's day." He held up a copy of Dorian Gray, "I'm sure you'll spot things in the book that will echo what Rose has just said about the author...it was subtle for its time, but it is surely there.&nbsp; Anyone else ever hear of either Dorian or his creator?"<br><br>A few hands came up, one mentioning the film League of Extraordinary Gentleman, something Doc took in stride. "I know the film and the graphic novel...you'll all be surprised to know I consider the 'comic book' to be literature, as much as the rest of what we study.&nbsp; The film's depciction of Gray was interesting, because it assumes changes in his character, based on a continuiung life of debauchery...while the film may have been lacking, I found Dorian's pitch to be well thought out.&nbsp; Anyone else?"<br><br>The discussion continued, until it got near to the end of class.&nbsp; Doc reminded them what chapters needed to be read, and what questions they might want to consider, and warned them that they all shoudl come ready for a discussion.&nbsp; If there was aenough moving discussion, there would be less in the way of term papers, and pop quizzes and such. "Class dismissed.&nbsp; Rose, can I have a word with you please."<br><br>Doc sat behind his desk, something he ha dnot done all day, and waited for the last of the other students to file out, before motioning Rose forward.
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				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 18:14:48</strong>
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				Rose felt much better with his positive response to her stumbling words.&nbsp; Her heart had fluttered and beat quickly with the embarassment, but it continued to race for a different reason.&nbsp; He looked into her and she felt a thrill run through her.&nbsp; His manner was so easy, his movements graceful ... she wasn't even conscious of how her eyes followed him around the room, captivated.&nbsp; She was paying attention to the content of his words too, not merely tuning out and staring like she certainly had done before with a hunky but unachievable guy.&nbsp; His comfortable wit over the subject of appearances and sexuality was a turn-on for her mind that she hadn't really recognized before.<br><br>When he asked for a word with her, some of her impulse turned to nerves again.&nbsp; She slipped her notebook into her courier's satchel and slung it over her head to her far shoulder as she stood.&nbsp; The wide canvas strap cut across her chest between her breasts, its utilitarian beat-up brown against the white cotton tank-tee, the extra white outline of her bra just visible.&nbsp; Her jeans shorts were faded more from active wear as favorite clothers than by stylish prewashing out of the store.<br><br>She stepped up towards his desk as the other people filed out.&nbsp; Unconsciously she tried to push back a curl of red hair to tuck it behind her ear. I'm sorry, Doctor Cullen, I should have thought about what I was going to say... she glanced nervously over as one of her roomates shot her a look on the way out the door.
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				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 19:11:30</strong>
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				Doc smiled brightly.&nbsp; It was a winning expression, the kind of smile that earned him second looks, and had lowered more than one woman's inhibitions.&nbsp; "Don't worry about that, Rose...you didn't say anything 'offensive', and one of the caveats in the schedule before anyone signs up is the willingness to discuss certain topics that may be considered 'taboo' in today's currently 'PC' atmosphere."<br><br>His eyes looked her over, and he was not shy about letting her notice it either;&nbsp; the way her bag-strap seperated her bosom, and drew her top tightly across their swell, the shape and musculature of her legs, and her unassuming attitude...she was a rare beauty, in that she did no realize that she was.&nbsp; Doc felt familiar stirrings in him, and briefly he debated how to wake this flower up. "You've a good mind for this work, I'm hoping you'd be willing to help me with additional research for a thesis I'll be writing...it's good for credit of course..."<br><br>Doc met her eyes, and smiled again.
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				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 20:44:34</strong>
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				Rose smiled at his words, but as his eyes began to wander over her she blushed again and dropped her eyes.&nbsp; Her heart beat faster.&nbsp; <em>Why does he look at me like that</em> she thought <em>I'm not nearly so much to look at as some of the others</em>.&nbsp; She could feel the flush on her cheeks, but not just in her cheeks.&nbsp; She tenatively looked up to meet his eyes again, and looking into his made her heart skip again.&nbsp; She almost missed what he said next.&nbsp; She could hear herself saying That'd... that'd be great.&nbsp; I'm not that great a writer or lit expert though, I mean, I'd like to but.&nbsp; She could use the extra credit.&nbsp; She had tuned out too much during her freshman year, and getting her GPA up would really help.&nbsp; And if it meant more time with him...
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				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 21:32:19</strong>
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				Doc read her body language as easily as he had read any of his books.&nbsp; She did not quite understand the attention her gave her, and that made her all the more desirable to him, but neither did she mind his attention.&nbsp; She was enjoying it, and her flush, and the fullness of her lips gave that away.&nbsp; "You don't have to be an expert, necessarily, a healthy interest in the material, and another researcher is what I need...a thoughtful one, I think you're fine for the job."&nbsp; The way he said the last opened the floor for debate on exactly what he meant by 'fine' and 'the job', his tone alone turning a simple statement into innuendo. "We should meet for coffee some time and talk about it...I have a place just off campus, it's easy to find."<br><br>He held her eyes again, and asked, "Interested?"
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				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 21:50:42</strong>
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				Sure. um.&nbsp; When should I be there, and how do I get there?&nbsp; She smiled, hesitantly, and it was a pretty and simple smile, guileless if still betraying a bit of nerves.&nbsp; It started to dawn on her that he wasn't just asking to meet at his office, and that too was something that made her nervous and maybe a bit scared.&nbsp; She looked down, away from his eyes again, and caught sight of her own nipples peaking visibly through her shirt pressed tight against her body by the bag's strap.&nbsp; She quickly crossed her arms over her chest to cover them up, but found herself look up to his eyes again, knowing that he must have already noticed.&nbsp; She felt like she was pausing at the edge of a cliff, just shy of taking a step out into the abyss.&nbsp; While she wasn't introspective to notice it in herself yet, that scariness was also an arousing thrill.
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				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 22:47:45</strong>
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				<em>She's exciting.&nbsp; Eager too, if not sure about being so.</em><br><br>Doc licked his lips, and jotted directions down onto a small notepad.&nbsp; He tore the page free and rose from the desk to hand it to her.&nbsp; "It's not far.&nbsp; You could probably walk there.&nbsp; It's a bit more comfortable than the tiny office I have here, and most of my research material is there...thank God for wirless networks." He smiled, and now that he was standing, he downcast eyes could see a slight variation in his fitted jeans, a bulge that was not apparent before. "If you don't think its for you, you can always says so then."<br><br>He sat down again, this small glimpse hiddent once more by the desk.&nbsp; Doc looked her over again, despite her crossed arms, "Tonight? or tomorrow at noon?"
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				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 23:18:47</strong>
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				Rose's mind whirled.&nbsp; <em>Tonight?</em> she thought, but her mouth said Sure, this is my last class, so tonight's fine.&nbsp; She felt like her first date in high school again, but this time with a very attractive older man instead of guy just as shy and insecure as herself.&nbsp; She knew that there was something more than just a library-bound research work here, with his reputation and a night-time meeting.&nbsp; Now she was one foot off of the cliffside, and it might only be a few hours before she found out what was beyond.
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				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>27-09-2005, 02:38:02</strong>
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				<em>Look at her.&nbsp; Scared and excited all at once.&nbsp; I was that young once, and not that long ago.</em><br><br>Doc Cullen smiled again, that melt in your mouth good expression that is usually reserved for screen actors or rock stars. "Excellent...say, about four o'clock...that'll give us both time to do whatever we need to, before we get in too deep." He removed his glasses, to wipe them with a soft tissue, giving her a clear view of his smokey jade eyes as he looks up into hers. "Bring a notebook and your appetite.&nbsp; I'll supply the cofee and-" He paused to slide his glasses abck on, knowing that it allowed her mind to fill in the gaps in that brief moment. "-everything else."
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				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>27-09-2005, 03:21:02</strong>
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				Okay, see you then.&nbsp; She turned and headed for the door, almost fleeing, but even as she crossed the threshhold she shot a look back to glance at him, a hesitant but excited look on her face.<br><br>She thought about it the whole walk back to her apartment.&nbsp; She decided she couldn't tell her roommates, she couldn't deal with the teasing or jealousy she might get.&nbsp; She needed an easy answer when they asked about him keeping her after class.&nbsp; And what if it was just a research project.&nbsp; She was probably silly thinking it was anything more than that.&nbsp; And she needed to shower and decide what to wear.&nbsp; Should she try to dress like it was a date? All the thoughts jumbled in her head.<br><br>She actually passed her roommates on the way home, as they hung out in a parking lot, talking about their dinner and date plans.&nbsp; One called out to her "Hey, what did Erotimus want with you".&nbsp; The others laughed.&nbsp; Rose replied with the excuse she had thought up, one that fitted her well. "He told me that I needed to be more confident in my opinions if I was going to make it in his class." She smiled hesitantly, and they seemed to buy it and went on to their chat.<br><br>Then she was home.&nbsp; She ditched her satchel, the directions carefully tucked in an innermost pocket.&nbsp; Her sneakers and clothes soon were in a pile next to it.&nbsp; She paused for a moment in the bathroom of the empty apartment, looking at her naked body in the mirror.&nbsp; <em>I'm too skinny to be sexy for someone like him</em> she thought, briefly cradling her breasts in her hands.&nbsp; But she kept going anyway, perhaps not entirely believing her own criticism.&nbsp; She climbed in the shower, washing away the sweat from frisbee and hanging out in the sun.&nbsp; Her simple lavender-shampoo and body wash scrubbed and sudsed her clean.&nbsp; She even took out her razor and carefully shaved her legs.&nbsp; While she was drying off she still felt excited and nervous and scared all at once.<br><br>After dressing she fled to the library, to rest in the cool AC and try to calm down until time came.&nbsp; She pulled the required class copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray and began to read.<br><br>OOC - yes, I'm going to tease you and not describe her in the shower or what she'll wear for the meeting.&nbsp; You'll have to find out bit by bit on your own.
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				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>27-09-2005, 04:22:17</strong>
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				Doc watched her leave, enjoying the play of her shorts over her bottom as she departed.&nbsp; He got to his feet, adjusted himself, and packed up his belongings.&nbsp; <em>It could prove to be an interesting evening.</em> He shouldered his bag, and left his classroom, putting up a sheet that allowed students to sign up for appointments during his office hours.&nbsp; He walked from the school, his easy smile flashing for some of the would-be Juliets, a female colleague or two, before he got free of the building.<br><br>He walked casually across the quad and through the parking lot.&nbsp; Doc didn't drive, he was too close, and he liked to see and be seen.&nbsp; He hit the city sidewalk that ran behind the school, and headed towards his neighborhood.&nbsp; As University property gave way to suburban neighborhood, with houses that all looked similar, down to their picket fences...yes, white ones.&nbsp; Cullen continued on, making a left for a block and then a right, until he was more in what his older colleagues called ' the beatnik district'.&nbsp; It had begun as a community of beatniks years ago, and evolved into a pseudo-intellectual/new age community. His house was on a corner, with squared corner lot, neatly kept by a gardener, who also selected the fragrant flowers.&nbsp; Unlike the other homes, his house had a wrought iron fence, a low one, but a nice one nonetheless.&nbsp; He opened the gate, that squeaked pleasantly, always making him smile.&nbsp; Doc climbed the steps to his wrap-around porch, setting the two rockers to rocking as he passed them.&nbsp; He shook out the keys, finding the one that opened his front door, and entered his cape cod style home, leaving the door open behind him, to allow a cool breeze to enter via the screen.<br><br>Doc set his bag to the left of the door, and his keys on a peg, and entered his home to get ready for Rose's arrival.&nbsp; He had time to do a few things before she arrived.&nbsp; He took a moment to ready the research materials, and then walked about the house, entering the kitchen to put up a pot fo coffee and some espresso servings.&nbsp; He then sat at his desk to finish some work, checking the time as he worked, until he smiled and went to the shower.&nbsp; Rose would be there soon, and he meant to show her a thing or two.
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				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>28-09-2005, 14:37:06</strong>
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				Rose paused at the wrought-iron gate, checking the note that Doctor Cullen had given her.&nbsp; Somehow it made sense to be his place, particularly in contrast to the white picket fences she had to pass through to get here.&nbsp; Her hand shook a little, and she tucked the note away into a pocket of her peasant skirt.&nbsp; The skirt spoke of her priorities - she didn't like tight pencil skirts, or anything that would keep her long legs from striding.&nbsp; She hated not having pockets, even when she was carrying her bag, as she was this afternoon.&nbsp; The skirt had a panel that was briefly tight and low around her hips, laced in the front, and then became very loose and drapey down to just below her knees.&nbsp; The skirt's top panel was a dark blue, with the material below had intricate patterns of dark blue, dark green, and gold.&nbsp; The laces in front were black ribbon, with green beads on their tips.&nbsp; The pockets discretely opened into the hemline between the top panel and the skirt proper.&nbsp; The tight panel emphasized her narrow waist, and the transition from tight to full gave a little more shape to her slender hips.&nbsp; Her calves were slender and toned below the hem, her feet in well-worn Birkenstock sandals.<br><br>She wore a tight green camisole top.&nbsp; The nearly-straight neckline didn't try to show any cleavage, but then she didn't have that much to show, especially in her own mind.&nbsp; The spaghetti straps of the camisole showed off her nice collarbones and toned shoulders and upper arms.&nbsp; The built-in shelf-bra of the camisole was sufficient for her small, firm bust, at least since she wasn't planning on doing much running or bouncing.&nbsp; The top ended just above her belly-button.&nbsp; While she had often debated getting a belly-button piercing, she never had quite gotten around to it.&nbsp; Her bag hung over her left shoulder, lighter than before without the fuller load of class books and notes.<br><br>She opened the gate carefully, hearing it creak under her hand, and slowly stepped onto the porch before the open door.&nbsp; She leaned in around the door-frame to look inside, softing calling out "Hello?" as she did so.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>28-09-2005, 19:26:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When she looked in and said hello, two things happened.&nbsp; The first was that she heard Doc yell out, "Come in, Rose", the second was that just down the hall from the front door, was the bathroom, and an entirely nude Erasmus Cullen fresh from the shower.&nbsp; His dark skin glistened under the brtight bathroom light, his rich hair was wet and plastered to his back and shoulders, and she could clearly see the play of muscles beneath his skin and in his rump.&nbsp; Apparently unware of her eyes, he turned to dry himself, revealing his manhood...which was kept neatly trimmed, and was at once impressive as it was theatric.&nbsp; It dangled from him nicely, and if anyone had an organ that belonged on screen, it was Erasmus.&nbsp; He turned away again, wrapping the towel around his hips, and throwin another over his head.<br><br>"I'll be right there!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>28-09-2005, 21:39:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose's heart leaped in her throat and she froze.&nbsp; She had expected him in an overstuffed chair with a drink in one hand and a book in the other, or some other such composed image.&nbsp; Instead.&nbsp; She quickly came to the conclusion that he couldn't see her since he didn't have his glasses on, and must not realize she could see him.&nbsp; That must be it.<br><br>She ducked quickly into the first room, making quick steps to get out of line of sight of the bathroom door.&nbsp; "No hurry, I think I'm early.", she said, more tremor in her voice than she had wanted. She looked around for a chair she could sit down in and take a few deep breaths to compose herself until he was ready.&nbsp; Preferrably one that was facing the corner he would come around from the hallway where the bathroom was.&nbsp; She quickly sat down in the chair, putting her bag beside it, and arranged her skirt around her legs, wiggling to find a comfortable and relaxed looking position.&nbsp; She started taking slow breaths, trying to calm herself down, make herself less nervous. Yet in her mind she kept seeing his naked form, and she could feel that image working within her. <em>Just take deep breaths, calm, quiet, think about the book, just like I'm sitting in the quiet library</em>, she tried to tell herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>28-09-2005, 22:05:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Doc smiled to himself, and wiped the bathroom mirror clean.&nbsp; He looked into it, and into the room behind him beyond the open door of the bathroom.&nbsp; Rose had entered, and moved away.&nbsp; He chuckled softly, toweling his hair, and moving on bare and silent feet into the next room.&nbsp; He noticed her profile, as she seemed to be taking deep breaths.&nbsp; She had taken a seat in a chair just round the way from the door.&nbsp; Caerfully, he walked towards her, and then mounted the short flight of stairs nearby.&nbsp; Thankfully, the stairs didn't squeak.&nbsp; Still clad only in a towel, he climbd a few steps, and craned his neck fro a peek at her.<br><br>His eyes roved over her face, checking for sigsn of makeup, even delicately applied...slowly he followed the curve of her neck to her camisole blouse, which he and other parts of him, approved of.&nbsp; Even the skirt she wore spoke of eas of movement, and easy access to long legs.&nbsp; Quietly he watched her for a moment, seing the flush in her cheeks, and nearly reading her thoughts...she had seen him alright.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>28-09-2005, 22:32:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In her concentration within herself and on where she thought he would appear, she didn't notice him on the staircase.&nbsp; Her hands were on the arms of the chair, her fingers fidgeting slightly, for brief moments she closed her eyes as she took a breath, trying to calm herself.&nbsp; Red curls, lightened by the sun, had already escaped to hang on either side of her ear, one dangling along her slender neck to rest its tip on her collarbone.&nbsp; Her skin was somewhat pale, with freckles dotting the places the sun touched - across her cheeks, her shoulders, the top front of her chest above the camisole's line.&nbsp; Her lips were darker and redder than earlier in class, and had some of the gleam of a wet-look lipstick.&nbsp; The flush to her cheeks seemed bright enough to be makeup, but Eramus' experience told him that with her complexion that was more likely natural, given her other bodily signs.&nbsp; Her chest rose and fell as she tried to will herself into calm, though the shadowed points within her camisole top told him that her body had other ideas.&nbsp; Her legs were crossed under the loosly falling skirt, though the material obliterated the shape of her thighs he had noticed earlier in the day.&nbsp; Her right foot dangled above her left, swinging a bit.&nbsp; Her toenails had been painted a gentle red, somewhat out of place compared to the worn and faded sandals.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>28-09-2005, 22:47:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus liked what he saw.&nbsp; He felt the familiar stir in him as he looked her over, and almost went down to her in his towel, to visually tease her further.&nbsp; Instead, he called out, "I'll be right down."<br><br>And went up the stairs before she turned to him.&nbsp; In his room, he slipped inot a pair of jeans, and a pair of Tevas.&nbsp; He grabbed a Santana concert t-shirt, and his brush, and went back downstars.&nbsp; he tossed the t-shirt over his shoulder, coming down the steps barechested.&nbsp; "Sorry about the hold up, Rose...caught me in the shower."<br><br>He smiled brightly, watching for her reaction to his seemingly innocent words, "Follow me, I have coffee, espresso...unless you'd rather some wine?"&nbsp; Doc Cullen smiled again at her, and offered his hand to help get her from the seat.&nbsp; When she took it, he leaned back a but, drawing her momentairily into the circle of his arms, and against his chest, before he gestured towards the kitchen. "After you..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>28-09-2005, 23:03:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time he came back down, it appeared she had successfully composed herself, the points of her breasts having faded back into only slight rises beneath her camisole.&nbsp; Whether that would last or not was another matter.<br><br>Her eyes looked over his chest, his long hair, his casual smile. "Oh, no problem at all.&nbsp; You have a nice place."&nbsp; She accepted his hand and was half drawn, half stumbled into his chest.&nbsp; She paused there up against him, her free left hand having instinctively come to rest against his chest, trapped between her left breast and his bare pec and nipple.&nbsp; For a moment she had the wide-eyed look of a deer in headlights, looking into his captivating eyes.&nbsp; As she released her and gestured, her voice stumbled in reply "Uh, just some water please.&nbsp; It's still a bit too bright and warm out for coffee."&nbsp; She walked in front of him, glancing back over her shoulder as she entered the kitchen.&nbsp; The loose folds obscuring the shape of her bottom, though the lower back between the bottom of her tight top and the edge of her dress was showed off fairly nicely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>28-09-2005, 23:19:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus met her eyes for a long moment, enjoying the warmth of her hand upon his chest, before his gesture set her walking away.&nbsp; He watched the sway of her hips, and licked his lips at the view of the small of her back.&nbsp; He wondered what she would do if her tan his fingertips along the little bit of spine that was revealed.&nbsp; Cullent followed her into the kitchen, catching the glance over her shoulder at him.&nbsp; He grinned, and followed closely, putting on his t-shirt then.<br><br>He went to the old-fashioned looking fridge, and pulled out a pitcher of cold water, and a glass.&nbsp; Erasmus poured out a glass for her, and got himself some coffee.&nbsp; Then he went to a small wine rack, chose a bottle, a rose wine from Languedoc, and put it in another gadget to cool a bit. "Rose wine...for dinner.&nbsp; We'll be having <em>Cioppino</em>." Erasmus gave her another of his smiles, and then gestured for her to follow. "The Library, as I call it, is over here...its the living room, but books took over."<br><br>Erasmus took her into the largest room of the house, and he had not lied.&nbsp; Bookshelves dominated nearly every wall, filled with books, with more books slipped into variious nooks and crannies.&nbsp; There were two desks with books yet to be shelved, and a broad low table full of research materals.&nbsp; Atop one bookshelp was a glass case, under which rested his prize postion; an early printing of Sir Richard Francis Burton's imported Kama Sutra.&nbsp; It had the appearance of an illuminated manuscript, thanks to the colorful art, but a closer look showed couples in various stages of intimacy.<br><br>"Have a seat where you can find it..." He laughed.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 13:58:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose took the glass, her hand showing long fingers with nails painted the same color as her toes.&nbsp; As she followed him into the Library, she let out a slight sigh.&nbsp; She wanders along the walls, looking over the titles of the books.&nbsp; "It's incredible".&nbsp; She stopped as she got to the end of the row and turned back to face him, raising the glass to drink some water.<br><br>Then she saw the glass case and wandered over.&nbsp; Her eyes lingered over it, her water forgotten for a moment, her back to Doctor Cullen...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 14:18:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>She likes books...</em><br><br>Once again, Cullen was pleased that Rose had caught his eye.&nbsp; Like her namesake, she was a beautiful flower wating to be tended by a gardener that knew how to avoid her thorns and make her bloom.&nbsp; Erasmus might have to take his time, but had the feeling that if he carefully peeled back the layers, he would find a passion that burned brightly, but was kept fairly well hidden.&nbsp; The good Professor intended to stoke the fires.<br><br>Quietly he watched look over the titles, explaining a couple of his proudest finds as she went, "That's a signed copy of Joh Carter of Mars...oh, an early edition of Jules Verne's 20,000 Leagues...a reprint of Dumas Count of Monte Christo, in French, of course..."&nbsp; He moved along behind her, watching how her hips swayed sligtly, the play of comfortable skirt, as it swirled about her legs, and that small bare place at the small of her back.&nbsp; When she stopped at the glass case, he waited for the usual reaction; a bit of blushing, and a quick look away...when he did not get it, he smiled broadly.<br><br>Doc eased up behind her, about as close as he coudl get without leaning into her, he looked down along the line of her neck for a moment, and over the swel of her chest, before speaking quietly as she gazed at the illustration. "The dirty secret of its time...read and perused behnid closed doors, even while Burton himself was lambasted for having it published..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 16:11:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Indeed Rose's hips didn't have the pronounced sway of more wide-hipped or practiced women, a trait that perhaps she might learn with time and desire.&nbsp; They had just the slight motion of a woman accustomed to jogging and other sports, though from her arms he could tell that she wasn't a serious exercise fanatic.<br><br>She brushed back a wayward scarlet curl behind her ear, and craned her neck around to look at the Kama Sutra, its binding, and finally back to its contents.&nbsp; "Yeah, I remember that there were prosecutions for printing pornography over the Thousand and One Nights translation".&nbsp; His eyes followed every freckle, and from this angle he could just see the topmost inner curves of her breasts as he camisole was pulled away from her chest.<br><br>She must have felt his warm breath upon her neck, and looked up, her face close into his.&nbsp; She didn't recoil from the closeness, her eyes showing great curiousity that perrhaps overcame some of the shyness or nerves of earlier. "This library must cost a fortune.&nbsp; It's amazing."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 16:36:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus breath was warm upon her skin as he looked over her shoulder, and quietly enjoyed this particular view of her.&nbsp; He nodded slightly,"I have tried to find a copy of the original Arabian Nights, but have had no luck...I've see reproductions...the illustrations are as...stirring." He smiled slightly, "The illustrations in the Kama Sutra are also duplicated on temple walls...the sculpture and detail is quite impressive."<br><br>When she turned, he could not help but lean in slightly. allowing her hair to tickle his nose.&nbsp; His eyes caught the light, his gaze holdinghers for a long moment, their noses nearly touching now. Cullen's hands rose as if they might come to rest on her hips, but they did not. Softly, he spoke to her, her closeness and his tone making his words seem more intimate than the subject they discussed.&nbsp; Were she much further away, she would not hear him at all. "A lifetime of collection...and a grandfather with a collection I inherited."<br><br>He turned his head slightly, and leaned forward again.&nbsp; Erasmus inhaled deeply, clearly sampling the scent of her hair and her skin.&nbsp; He sighed pleasantly, and a curl at the corners of his moistened lips, hinted at a smile.&nbsp; He gestured towards the desks and research materials, though it was absently done.&nbsp; Doc asked his next question in that same intimate tone, leaving it to her to decide what precisely he meant.&nbsp; "So, are you still interested?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 17:26:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose hesitated, unsure whether to move towards the covered desks and depart his so-close presence or not.&nbsp; Her scent in his nose was simple, a lavender base from an inexpensive shampoo and bodywash, mixed with the slightest trace of sweat from her walk in the last of the summer afternoon heat.&nbsp; Clean, simple, unsophisticated, and innocent.<br><br>She looked into his eyes for a searching moment, caught in their jade pools, then made some internal decision and walked away from his towards the desks. "I guess I still don't know what kind of research you're doing", she said, still facing away from him as she walked.&nbsp; She picked some books up off of the cushions of an armchair next the desks, glancing at their titles before setting them on the floor.&nbsp; She settled into the chair, tucking both legs under her as she sat leaning into the far side of the chair's back, and fluffing her skirts absently, so that now only a peek of one sandaled foot could be seen sticking out beside her rear. "I'm interested, I guess, so what kind of work would you like me to do for the project?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 17:56:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus enjoyed her scent and its simplicity, and even the slight tang of perspiration.&nbsp; He sighed, briefly considering how she would smell in bed, when she lay beside him, perspiring from other efforts entirely.<br><br>His eyes held her for a precious moment, before she moved away.&nbsp; Doc smiled, perhaps she was becoming more certain of her allure, and he found that notion pleasing. "Some of the books are there.&nbsp; I want to research the historical context of both Shakespeare and Marlowe's works, and show that traditional interpretations of their plays are not necessarily as accurate as current academia believes...also, I hope to uncover if Shakespeare actually wrote all of his plays on his own, by comparing him to other contemporaries." &nbsp;Erasmus paused, and watched her take a seat, having followed her to the spot.&nbsp; He picked up an old book and replied, "I'll need you for cross-referencing...most everything is marked, but we need to get it on notecards and start seeing what melds and what contradicts..." Doc eyed her thoughtfully, "And we'll read the plays...you the female roles, I the male, and feel them out a bit...outside othe classroom, where our opinions can be as free as we'd like."<br><br>"How does that sound?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 18:27:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				To Erasmus' eyes, there was a release of tension, perhaps a held breath, as he explained the project.&nbsp; After looking at the Kama Sutra and everything, Rose had wondered if this was going to be about Victorian idea on pornography or something.&nbsp; But this project about Shakespeare seemed much more normal, if perhaps more boring.&nbsp; That latter though brought the slightest touch of regret to her countenance which was swiftly displaced by a pleasant, more professional smile.&nbsp; "That sounds fine, if a big project.&nbsp; Haven't people been arguing about the 'real author' of Shakespeare's works forever?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 19:30:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus read her face, and raised one perfectly arched eyebrow.&nbsp; He nodded at her words, and returned her smile with a brighter one of his own.&nbsp; "Oh it is an old debate, but they've recently discovered that Christopher Marlowe likley wrote the first draft to some of Shakespeare's most popular plays, and that Shakespeare himself refined them...not without a lot of artistry mind you, but not a bit of it based on his own ideas.&nbsp; I want to trace the historical context, as Marlowe wrote entirely in the vernacular...which might explain why Shakespeare at times seems excessively bawdy."<br><br>He smiled at that, "<em>Two Blokes of Verona</em> became <em>Two Gentleman of Verona</em>, <em>Romeo and His Bird</em> became <em>Romeo and Juliet</em>." Erasmus opened the book he held, and read off of a note. "Here's one line by Kit Marlowe; 'If music be the food of love, fill your boots lads.'" Doc read the line with lascivious zeal, and then, "Here's Shakespeare's rewrite; 'If music be the food of love play on.'"<br><br>Erasmus chuckled at something he read, "I've not found the exact rewrite for this one; 'She's put her cheek in her hand again, if I were a glove now I'd give it a right good rub'." He smiled at Rose, "Considering Marlowe and his life and writings, I'm of the opinion that its not her face he's talking about."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 19:59:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Kind of like the Canterbury Tales?" Rose straightened up a bit in her chair. "I remember having an English teacher who briefly mentioned that in high school, how bawdy it was, but it wasn't something we talked about in class.&nbsp; But I remember looking up some of it.&nbsp; Something like a scene where a man goes to give the miller's wife a kiss on her lips, then wonders that he hadn't remembered her having a beard."&nbsp; There was some mischief and laughter in her eyes and her smile then.&nbsp; She obviously wasn't a prude, and as she warmed and no longer felt nervous she spoke more easily and less guardedly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 20:38:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus laughed in delight. "Exactly!" He smiled and met her eyes, "I see that I've chosen wisely...where have you been all my academic life?" he winked, and pulled an armchair over to sit in front of her. "I think Marlowe's version may prove more contextual than Shakespeare's own."<br><br>He leaned foward to hand her the book he was pulling the Marlowe texts from, and laid a hand on her knee as he did so, further reached past her chair for box that held a myriad of organized notecards.&nbsp; He set the box on the arm of her chair, his hand remaining on her knee, as he sorted through it looking for something. "There's quite a bit to organize...hte hard part is mostly done, but I need a fresh pair of eyes to see things I might have missed...I suspect 'bawdy' will become our watch word."<br><br>Doc met her eyes, and smiled brilliantly. "Shakespeare was sometimes as direct...I seem to recall the words 'thrusting' and 'maidenhead' in the same sentence."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 20:54:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose took the book from him and started paging through it.&nbsp; He could feel the smooth warmth of her skin through the fabric of the skirt - for its length and dark intricate patterns, the material was very thin and light and quite comfortable for the summer.&nbsp; Erasmus could guess that gentle summer breezes passed through the material fairly easily.&nbsp; Rose didn't start or otherwise jump at his touch, perhaps too interested in the Marlowe book.<br><br>As he reached past her for the box, her eyes did jump from the book to gaze down at his chest and back, at his long hair and lithe form, but when he started moving back with the box in hand she looked back to her book.&nbsp; Then, as he started looking through the box, her eyes follows his fingers, ending up gazing into his as he gave the line about maidenhead.&nbsp; She smiled back at him.&nbsp; "Is that from Romeo and Juliet?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 22:13:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus warmed at her smile, , enjoying the feel of her under his hand, and the way she did not move or start at his touch.&nbsp; He caught her looking him over, but did not move to let her know that he did.&nbsp; This touch was simple, but a step in the right diresction.&nbsp; Gently, unconsciosly, his finger drew a circle on hre thigh, from where his hand rested on her knee.&nbsp; Finally he drew out a few more cards that held line by line Marlowe and Shakespeare comparions.&nbsp; He smiled warmly when she met&nbsp; his eyes, but it wasn't his usual expression.&nbsp; His gaze was almost a palpable touch, and his eyes were warm, and there was a part to his lips, that allowed him to moisten them with a quick tracing of his tongue.<br><br>"Yes...mainenheeds, thrusting and walls if I recall..." He leaned closer to her, their noses nearly touching...and then he offered her the cards.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 22:41:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes dart to his and then away to the cards as his finger traces on her skin, the stimulation so subtly different than simple pressure, his closeness now feeling different.&nbsp; Her own tongue darted to wet her lips, though it seemed more an unconscious move that intention.&nbsp; She caught her breath as he leaned so close in, then turned her head away and took the cards up in both hands, looking intently at them and so definitely not at him, her upper arms now almost defensively between his chest and her own.&nbsp; She read over the cards quickly and quietly...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 01:42:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus settled back into his seat, smiling slightly.&nbsp; He watched her read over the cards, knowing what was listed on them; Several of Shakespeare's bawdiest lines, and their sources, compared to Marlowe's earthier and less refined writings.&nbsp; All but a few carried a date and a year, and a page number for a history book that put the publication of either author's work into further context.&nbsp; When he knew she must be done, he leaned forward, patted her knee and got to his feet.<br><br>He walked about three steps away and turned to look at her over his shoulder, "See anything you like?"<br><br>And then he headed towards the kitchen, "We can talk while we get dinner ready..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 01:53:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His turning look caught her watching him step away.&nbsp; She smiled.&nbsp; "Sure. So for the ones without more info you need me to look them up and get you background.&nbsp; I can do that."&nbsp; She didn't seem to be blushing or uncomfortable with the quotes, perhaps because the written word was more abstract than her earlier very immediate experience.<br><br>She rose as he headed for the kitchen, kicking her legs out off the chair and rising with a bit of a bounce.&nbsp; "Anything I can help you with?"&nbsp; The question seemed innocently intended, without the double entendres that Erasmus might have imbued.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 02:24:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled, "Actually...Yes."<br><br>Cullen led her into the kitchen, and began to pull bowls and such fromthe friidge and from cabinets.&nbsp; "Have you ever had or made Cioppino?"&nbsp; He arranges everything on the counter, and then moves to the sink to wash his hands, gesturing for her to do the same. "It's a kind of stew...it goes very well with the wine I chose earlier."<br><br>He smiled then, shook his hands out in the sink, and moved over to a tall stock pot already simmering on a low flame. "I need all the chopped stuff except for the tomatoes, the tobasco and the sauce..." Erasmus watched her, his eyes runing over her again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 02:45:17</strong>
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				"Um, no - is that Italian... or Greek?" She smiles and moves alongside him to wash her hands after his.&nbsp; She seemed to be more comfortable now, and with that had come a good deal more physical grace.&nbsp; She was moving perhaps more fluidly, her hips moving more elegantly rather than efficiently.&nbsp; "I had heard you were from Greece, but you don't seem to have an accent."&nbsp; She notices his long look again, but just smiles.&nbsp; <em>I've always heard that europeans have smaller personal space, I've got to get used to that.</em> she thought.&nbsp; She was convincing herself by a similar logic that perhaps his looks over her figure weren't what they might mean from a college guy her age.&nbsp; For a brief moment she worried that he was trying to draw her attention to some pull in her dress or something, but fought the impulse to look where he was looking on her backside.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 03:30:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Doc smiled as he noticed her relaxing, "I'm going to say Italian...it has that feel, but honestly, I don't know.&nbsp; I make it quite a bit, I found the recipe awhile back." He took the ingredients she gathered and put them in teh stock pot, one after the other.&nbsp; Every time she came with something, he met her eyes, smiling slightly. "I was raised all over the world, but seemed to land here in the States for longer and longer...so no accent." He stirrerd the pot, "My mother was Greek, my Father Irish...that's why I have a Greek first name and an Irish last...they compromised."<br><br>He laughed softly, "Just have to stir this for a few miinutes, then we add more..."<br><br>Cullen considered her quietly; bright, attractive, but just a touch lacking in the confidence that she was either.&nbsp; Doc found her just his type, the would-be Juliets would be pushing themselves into tight outfits for nothing this year.&nbsp; He thought Rose was a bit of a keeper, at least for a time.&nbsp; He reached out, and gently tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, smiling as he did so. "Mine does the same..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 14:06:41</strong>
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				"I guess I'm a pretty normal western european mix.&nbsp; My father's side is mostly Irish, and my mother's side mostly English, but there's some French and Scottish and such mixed in too."<br><br>Rose gives him a cute, happy smile as he tucks her hair back.&nbsp; "Have you ever had your hair braided?&nbsp; I had mine like that for a while, but it took too much work once I didn't have a younger sister to help.&nbsp; Then it just kept getting all tangled and in the way so I went shorter."&nbsp; While he hasn't seen her hair down yet, it probably is shoulder length.&nbsp; There are a pair of black hair clips holding locks in at the back of her head, from which bangs and side locks keep escaping.&nbsp; Her hair is thick and full, and there are many variations of color in her hair, from strands almost strawberry blond from the sun to ones that are a deeper red at the back of her neck.&nbsp; It looks like she might have highlighted the strands a bit once, but those are almost all grown out now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 15:58:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Doc smiled as he stirred, "I prefer a good mix of everything...spices things up I think." He laughed softly at her cute smile, when he touches her hair, and had to resist an urge to put dinner aside and drag her upstairs. "No, never braided....corn-rowed twice...and dred'd once..." he chuckled at both thoughts, "Painful to get either of those out..."<br><br>He shrugged slightly, and gestured for her to bring the measured out wines, red and white, pureed tomatoes and the sauce, and then poked a thumb over hs back, to here his drying hair had soaked his to-shirt, plasting it to his well-defined back. "Feel free to try your hands...I do the pony-tail because its easy..."&nbsp; Erasmus added the new ingredients, and began to stir again. He inhaled the scents wafting from the pot with appreciation. "Not long now..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 16:09:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She brought the ingredients over, then stood behind him as he added and stirred them.&nbsp; He felt her hands brush his back as she scooped up his hair.&nbsp; There was a tug on his scalp as she ran her fingers through it.&nbsp; "It's too wet right now - you'd need a good combing and brushing first.&nbsp; That's what made my hair a pain when it was longer too.&nbsp; Which is why I guess dreds worked for you for a while too."&nbsp; She kept running her fingers through it though.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 16:25:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There were a few ways that Erasmus liked to be touched.&nbsp; Having a woman run her fingers through his hair was only one of them, but it was near the top of the list.&nbsp; Rose's touch sent a small shiver down his spine, that a certain part of him responded to.&nbsp; For a moment, he closed his eyes and enjoyed it, almost missing her words.&nbsp; Then he sighed, not caring if she noticed how much he liked what she was doing, and nodded slowly. "I think I have a good brush and a comb somewhere..."<br><br>He laughed a bit, to cover another sigh as she continued to run her fingers through his hair.&nbsp; Doc continued to stir the pot, the rest of the ingredients would soon ba added.&nbsp; Erasmus' head lolled back to give her easier access to the length of his hair, though he continued to stir for a moment.&nbsp; Then he released the ladle, and his head lolled forward, her fingers now caressing the nape of his neck as she ran her fingers through his hair.&nbsp; Erasmus leaned back slightly into her touch, and then slowly turned around.&nbsp; For a long moment he looked at her, and then stepped in very close.&nbsp; His hands rose to release her hair from her clips; he wanted to see it down.&nbsp; Erasmus leaned in to remove the clips, his arms up and over, his lips near her ear as he carefully released either one.&nbsp; He exhaled as he hair fell, his breath hot against the skin beneath her ear.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 17:05:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose smiled to herself as she felt him relax.&nbsp; She liked that feeling as well, and remembered briefly pleasant moments of others doing the same for her.&nbsp; As sisters, taking care of each others hair had been part of their bonding, sharing the good and the bad of their lives, tales of boys, school, and friendly gossip.&nbsp; With her first real deep relationship with a boyfriend, it had been something that underlined how happy and innocent they were, and had been a great soft, relaxing lead-in to blissful makeout sessions and eventually more.&nbsp; With one of her close girl friends, it had had elements that combined from both of the other experiences, leading to cautious, gentle experimentation.<br><br>All those things were on her mind as he turned.&nbsp; She kept her hands up, letting them turn to rest lightly on the inside of his shoulders as he faced her, fingertips lying along his neck stretching towards his nape.&nbsp; There was the light blush in her cheeks again as he looked at her, his observant eyes noting the pulse in her neck slightly faster.&nbsp; Her hair fell in all of its curly glory, releasing more lavender scents into the air.&nbsp; The tresses covered her ears, both lying along her neck and emphasizing it.&nbsp; The longest tips fell about her shoulders and bare collarbones, contrasting with the green camisole.&nbsp; Her hands seemed to shake just the tiniest bit against the skin of his neck, and she exhaled long and slow into his own ear, a breath she had held without thinking about it as he leaned into her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 17:33:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Things have proceeded a pace...</em><br><br>Erasmus did not move for a moment, the fingertips on his neck making him shiver once more.&nbsp; She was less shy than he had expected, either he had put her at ease, or she had made a decision, either way, he had no complaint.&nbsp; Nor was she as inexperienced with herself as he had at first thought.&nbsp; And with her hair down, she nearly stole his breath; his eyes ran over the line of her neck beneath her hair to her collar, and the way it vibrantly was set off against her camisole.&nbsp; he felt the shake in her hands, and this time could not conceal the skin-prickling pleasure of her wamrm breath on his own ear.&nbsp; Doc debated carrying the tease on further, but the moment was so ripe...<br><br>He pressed his face into her hair, inhaling...and soft lips brushed the side of her neck, below her ear, precisely where last she felt his breath.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 21:18:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose closed her eyes, those soft lips making her tingle, and not merely where they touched.&nbsp; She slowly drew in a breath, and her hands became a slight bit heavier on him, as if she needed in some symbolic way to hold herself up on him.&nbsp; Yet it wasn't right, not yet, or maybe it was exactly right.&nbsp; She drew away, taking a step back from him.&nbsp; Her face still held a smile, yet a more subdued one, a vulnerable one, one that made no promises but moreso made no denials.<br><br>"Yes..." and her voice was soft, softer than it needed to be, "If you have a good brush and comb I'd be glad to braid it for you sometime."&nbsp; Her face, if not her words, made it clear that sometime could be soon, but perhaps not now.&nbsp; Perhaps she had to be comfortable with the step she had just made.<br><br>She turned her head away and picked up some of the prep bowls.&nbsp; "I'll, uh, wash these off for you while it finishes."&nbsp; Then she turned her head and the smile was still there.&nbsp; It seemed clear to him that she wasn't meaning to be a tease, and yet wasn't so innocent as to not feel what was happening, but was somewhere caught in-between, perhaps wanting but uncertain, perhaps fearing the wanting or what it might be, perhaps just scared and excited all at once with everything that had happened in the short time since she stepped through the wrought iron gate.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 22:41:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus felt her reaction; the weight on his shoulders through her hands, how she closed her eyes and how she breathed.&nbsp; It was a sweet moment, even in all his time and with all his experiences, it was singular.&nbsp; When she stepped back, he felt a pang of disappointmen, but was heartened when he saw her smile...it was her smile that kept him from pressing.&nbsp; His hands dropped, and he sighed...he'd never get the scent of her out of his head now.<br><br>He nodded slowly, coming back to himself, "Yes, that would be nice...might even last a day or two if I'm careful..." Erasmus returned to his pot, stirring it, and putting in the rest of the ingredients.<br><br>Erasmus watched her gather the bowls, and smile at him, and he could not help but softly smile back.&nbsp; Rose had gone from a flower he wanted to pluck, to a woman he wanted to know in the span of a few heartbeats.&nbsp; He was not sure how she did it, but it had happened nonetheless.&nbsp; He stirred for awhile longer whils she washed, the silence actually companionable rather than awkward, and then he put a cover on it to let the whole thing simmer.&nbsp; He walked over, and gently reached around to hand her the last bowls, smirking slightly as he added to her workload, and then grabbed a kitchen towel to dry the bowls and put them away.&nbsp; When that was done, he regarded her for a moment.<br><br>"I think we should open the wine...the meal will be done soon."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 22:59:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She brightened a bit at that, from the quiet that was so full of nonverbal things.&nbsp; "Wine sounds great." Her mouth felt dry, and she knew it wasn't just from being thirsty, and the idea of a bit of alcohol sounded great. She wasn't a big drinker, much more of a lightweight than her roommates, mostly because she didn't like the cheap beer that usually appeared at college parties.&nbsp; "Where did you want to eat?&nbsp; Would you like me to set up anything?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>01-10-2005, 00:12:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus smiled, and pulled the bottole of rose wine from where is cooled.&nbsp; He pulled out two wine glasses, and opened th bottle.&nbsp; Then he turned back to her. "No need to set a table...we'll get a couple of bowls...and sit out back.&nbsp; The sun sets nicely, and I have this little fountain setup that's nice at night." He thought about something, took her hand, and gently tugged her along behind him to get her to follow him into the back.<br><br>There was a door off the kitchen that led to a small mudroom, and then the backdoor.&nbsp; In the mudroom was a washer and dryer, racks for boots and shoes, and pegs for coats.&nbsp; The porch she saw in the front, truly did wrap around to the back.&nbsp; Only it was decorated entirely differently.&nbsp; It appeared his backyard was turned into a Oriental Grotto, with paper lanterns and a small pool in one corner, that had a running fountain that burbles happily.&nbsp; There were wind chimes as well, all of bamboo, with that deeper richer tone.&nbsp; In the opposite corner from the meditation pool, was an interesting small building made entirely of light pine.&nbsp; It was like a small house, done in the form of a Chinese pagoda...it perfectly house a hot tub large enough for four.&nbsp; At each corner, built into the structure, was a tall narrow speaker, and on one side, behind glass, a stereo system.<br><br>On the porch was a small table and two chairs, with diffent candles.&nbsp; he smiled, "We'll eat here..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>01-10-2005, 00:25:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose followed him through the mundane rooms, then paused at the entrance to the back porch. "Wow." she breathed simply, passing him and stepping down from the porch, drawn to all the artistry of the backyard. "This is cool.&nbsp; East and West for your home."&nbsp; She walked over and stroked her hand along the windchimes, setting them into delicate motion.&nbsp; She smiled at that, then headed over to lean into the pagoda-bathhouse. She turned back to look at him, her eyes clearly showing her amazement. "It's like a little oasis here - well, maybe not an oasis, that'd be more arabian, but you know.... Such a big backyard."&nbsp; She looked up at him on the porch, a happy and energized look on her face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>01-10-2005, 00:34:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus smiled, it was, in fact, his getaway from all things academic.&nbsp; Not even a book in sight.&nbsp; Bordering the yard, begining at the back corners of the house, was a wide-planked fence, the top of each cut into have an octagon.&nbsp; The planks were six feet in height, rendering the entire backyard into just what rose saw it as, an oasis.<br><br>He came down the steps after her, "I don't even bring a paper back here to grade...I call it the Grotto, now and then...but its a nice place to pass some time." Erasmus walked past her, and tugged her hand gently again. He moved to the meditation pool, by way of a wooden walkway that ended in a&nbsp; kind of tiny pier. "I even have poi." Doc opened a small box near the walkway, and pulled out some pellt food.&nbsp; He took Rose's hand, and poured a few pellets into her palm, meeting her eyes as he smiled. "Go ahead and feed them...they need it..."<br><br>Erasmus walked past hre again, to the stereo in the pagoda, and turned it on, tucking a remote into his pocket.&nbsp; Soft music began to play very low, but carrying in the yard; traditional japanese court music...beautiful, ethereal, but also somehoe made earthly by the drum beat.&nbsp; "The wine should be good now...let's have a glass, and after the food should be ready." He smiled to her again, and as and after thought, offered her his hand to be led back to the house.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>01-10-2005, 01:00:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose took the pellets, a near childish delight on her face as she bent over to sprinkle the food amongst the fish.&nbsp; She watched them for a moment, straightening as he returned from the pagoda.&nbsp; She realized she was finding it harder to think of him as Doctor Cullen, and yet didn't want to call him Erasmus either, but for the moment there was no need to call his name at all.&nbsp; "I'll be glad to have a glass.&nbsp; And I'd hate to let that stew burn, it smelled great."&nbsp; She took his hand and followed him up the stairs.&nbsp; She was in a wonderful, simple moment, and while some part that might be called sensual or even sexual had been awakened within her, in this very moment she was simply relaxed and happy.&nbsp; This place was so different from school, and he was so different than anyone she had spent time with before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>01-10-2005, 05:16:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Erasmus led her up the stairs, smiling, a bit surprised at how things had subtlely changed.&nbsp; He had no illusions about what his original intentions had been.&nbsp; Certainly, he respected Rose's intelligence, he had brougth plenty of intelligent women into his home, some were students, others were colleagues...all of them had been conquests.&nbsp; And all of them, save for a very few, had left Erasmus as friends, if not positive acquaintances.&nbsp; Somehow, Rose was different...he was enjoying the chase and her company a great deal more than usual.<br><br>He led her back into the kitchen still holding her hand.&nbsp; The Doctor turned to her with a smile, and slowly released her hand.&nbsp; Erasmus checked the stew, stirred it, lowered the heat, covered the stock pot, poured out two glasses of rose wine, handed her a glass, and took up his own...and then retook her hand, and led her back out to the grotto.&nbsp; Erasmus was comfortable doing so, but at that moment he could not say why. "A few more minutes and the stew is done..."<br><br>Erasmus paused at the top of the steps, and flipped a switch a bit awkwardly with his knee.&nbsp; The paper lanterns softy lit, splashes of color appearing in the darkening yard.&nbsp; Then he led her out to the small pier by the pool and the poi.&nbsp; Erasmus turned to regard her, smiling slightly, "What shall we drink to, Rose?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>01-10-2005, 18:28:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose let herself be led back out quite happily. She smiled, looking down at the fish for a moment, then back up at Erasmus, his face lit now by the fading sunlight and the chinese lanterns. "Oh, how about ... discovering new places. and things, and people."&nbsp; She raised her glass to his, then slipped lightly at the wine.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>01-10-2005, 19:46:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The scent of the wine was subtle, and perhaps a bit hard to sort out.&nbsp; It is not until Rose tips the rose wine back, and sips at it, while the scent fills her nose, that she can place the scent, and then the taste.&nbsp; There's the fragrance of strawberries, and possibly herbs...the teaste of raspoberry and apples, a slight hint of woodiness, the flavors are crisp, and it is somehow dry upon her tongue.&nbsp; A Fruity easy to drink wine, that manages to be sweet, without being at all overpowering.&nbsp; Erasmus chose it to cut the garlic stew, he smiled as she sipped i, wating for hwo she liked it.<br><br>"To new places, things and people." he grinned and tapped her glass to hers, he sighed after his own sip. "It'll be twice as good with the stew..." Quietly,a s they sat, his hand moved to gently cover hers again.&nbsp; There was no art or entendre, just a simple touch.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>01-10-2005, 20:53:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose was inexperienced with wine, as with other things in comparison to Erasmus, and while she couldn't break down the tastes that well, she knew something important: she liked it. "Mmm. This is good." she smiled that simple happy smile at him again."I haven't had much wine before, but I like it better than beer, and I like this better than other wines I've had."&nbsp; She sipped at it again.&nbsp; She met his eyes again as he touched her hand. "You'd better get that stew quick then, or I might finish it off while you're gone" she jested.&nbsp; She knew full well that she was a lightweight with alcohol, and all jesting aside she remindeded herself of that, and that she'd better watch how much she had or she'd make a fool of herself in front of him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>01-10-2005, 22:06:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus smiled, "It has to finish...enjoy a few more sips, and I'll bring it out to us.&nbsp; Did you want to eat here, or ont the porch table?"<br><br>He sipped ast his wine, drinking a fair bit of it, "i never developed a taste for beer, I'm afraid...like you maybe, too many parties with cheap, cheap beer." Cullen chuckled, and met her eyes she met his.&nbsp; He made no move to remove it, only to gently stroke his thumb over her skin. "I'm still figuring wine out...I just know what I like, and with what at the moment..."<br><br>He went quiet, smiling bemusedly, enjoying her company.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>03-10-2005, 15:57:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose carefully sipped at the wine, trying to think about the tastes that she'd always heard people talking about. "Maybe the porch would be best, where we can look out at all of this."&nbsp; She looked down at the koi, around at the beautiful garden, then rested her eyes back on Erasmus.&nbsp; He seemed so knowledgable, so worldly, so confident, so sure of himself.&nbsp; Even when he talked about things he didn't know about, he sounded confident in himself.&nbsp; Perhaps on some level that is one of the things she found herself being drawn to him for, though she wasn't conscious of it at the time.&nbsp; What she was conscious of was his gentle touch on her hand, the pleasant taste of the win, and the calm of the garden retreat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>03-10-2005, 17:08:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"The porch it is." He sipped more of his wine, and watched her take the place in before her eyes settled back on him.&nbsp; He held her eyes with his own for a long while, smiling slightly, exploring them.&nbsp; Slowly, as if reaching otu to touch a doe that might startle and flee, his hand came up to caress her cheek gently, and soon a single finger tip traced the line of her lower lip.&nbsp; he said nothing, but looked pleased, as he wiped a droplet of win from her lips, and cleaned it from his finger with a quick flick of his tongue.&nbsp; Quietly, he sighed, "The stew is probably ready..."<br><br>But he did not move immeidately to rise, his hand went to hers again, as he sipped a bit more wine.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>03-10-2005, 17:20:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was caught looking into his eyes, lost there as if she couldn't move while his hand reached out to touch her cheek.&nbsp; Her lips parted ever so slightly as his finger touched them, red and wet&nbsp; both from the lipstick and from the little darts of her tongue that seemed to happen from time to time unconsciously this evening.&nbsp; Those lips drew from a pleasant, neutral, relaxed place into a slight, shy smile, suddenly feeling like she was in a special spotlight shining from him.&nbsp; While Rose might have fled from the glaring spotlight of the world, under his attention it was different, making her feel softly warm.&nbsp; She licked her lips unthinkingly again as he licked the wine from his fingertip.&nbsp; "Well.&nbsp; I guess we shouldn't let it burn."&nbsp; She looked away from his eyes down to his hand on hers, and slowly turned her hand to curl long fingers around his own, the first time she had taken his hand rather than the reverse.&nbsp; She smiled and started to rise.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>03-10-2005, 17:33:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus rose smoothly with her, using his legs alone.&nbsp; He smiled as she took the lead gently, and he followed her into the kitchen.&nbsp; Once there, he set his wineglass down, lifted his hand to his lips for a short but soft kiss, and disengaged to stir the stew a final time, and ladle it into two bowls.&nbsp; It was thick, and smelled of garlic and seafood and other wonderful ingredients.&nbsp; he set the bowls aside, and offered her the wine bottle to carry outside.&nbsp; He finished off his wine, so he could turn it upside down, and carry the two bowls with a spoon and fork stuck into each.<br><br>"Dinner is served..." He gestured for her to precede him, and followed her out to the porch table. He set the bowls down, and then served a bit more wine for both of them.&nbsp; Erasmus grinned, "Ciopinno for two...enjoy."&nbsp; He waited to seat her, and then took a seat across from her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>03-10-2005, 18:37:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose smiled again at the simple, elegant gesture of kissing her hand.&nbsp; She took the wine bottle and led him out, holding the door since his hands were full.&nbsp; She set the bottle back on the table and sat, taking another sip and almost finishing her glass.&nbsp; After he refilled it and sat, she murmurred a quiet "Thank you", and took up the spoon for a taste.&nbsp; Her eyes widened a bit in surprise "Wooo... hot", she said sheepishly, feeling a bit silly since it did just come off the burner. She blew on the spoonful and took another try "... but tasty - spicy."&nbsp; She wasn't used to such strongly spiced tastes, but she didn't want to seem so pedestrian in her tastes in front of him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>03-10-2005, 19:06:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus fixed her with a smile, not the expression she saw in class, but the one he had flashed her here now and again. "Once I learned how to make it, I like it enough to make a couple of times a week...prep is a pain, but its worth it."<br><br>The flavor of the stew is spicey and salty, but the wine in the recipe balance that out, as do all the fresh herbs.&nbsp; Sweetness is added with tomatoes, and the seafood mixed in is made doubly flavorful for being cooked and soaked into the mix.&nbsp; THere are peeled prawns, clams, scallops and chunks of salmon.&nbsp; It smells as good as it tastes, and the rose wine cuts the saltiness just right, enhancing its own flavor and the flavor of the wine as a byproduct.&nbsp; Erasmius smiled after she had eaten a bit, and reached for her wine, wondering if she would agree with the combination.&nbsp; he sipped his own wine, and smiling, waited to hear what she thought.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>03-10-2005, 19:45:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose takes a few more bites, and smiles approvingly to him.&nbsp; She drinks a good portion more of her wine, as much because it is a cool drink compared to the hot stew as for its flavor combination.&nbsp; She doesn't say much more, perhaps intimidated or perhaps just continuing the quiet moment of before, but soon she's had much of the stew and her glass is empty again.&nbsp; There is a flush in her cheeks as she looks up at him.&nbsp; "Thanks for making this.&nbsp; I think I like it, though I think I like the wine even better."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>03-10-2005, 19:51:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus finished his wine, and a couple more bits of stew, before he smiled and nodded, "No trouble at all, Rose...I would have been making it anyway." He poured them both another glass of wine, "It's always better when there's someone to share it with." His smile was softer now, as he met her eyes.&nbsp; He noted the flush in her skin, as he&nbsp; set the bottle down, and leaned back in his seat.&nbsp; Cullen swirled the wine for a moment, before taking another long sip of it."As you'll be around, I'll be sure to keep this wine in stock..."<br><br>He leaned forward then, almost casually, and reached past their bowls, to run the tips of his fingers, over the length of hers.&nbsp; Erasmus sipped more wine, drawing idle circles on her palm, as he gazed into her eyes. "Thank you...for coming."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>03-10-2005, 20:20:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose ate a bit more of his stew, then slightly moved it away as well, following his lead. "Oh, if you have other wines this good, I'd hate to just drink one.&nbsp; I'd like to try more."&nbsp; She smiled a bit, her words tumbling a little more easily now than they had been earlier. "I mean, not right now, but if it's okay for me to come by again." She grinned, seeming at least a little aware of her own increasing tipsiness. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Corwin</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He leaned forward then, almost casually, and reached past their bowls, to run the tips of his fingers, over the length of hers. Erasmus sipped more wine, drawing idle circles on her palm, as he gazed into her eyes. "Thank you...for coming."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She looked into his eyes, lost there again for a moment, feeling a warm tingle through her body at his touch, feeling herself respond to his presence.&nbsp; She blushed at the thought, and looked away from him, lifting the glass to her lips again, then glancing at him through the glass, in the half-light of the porch, suddenly struck by shyness again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>03-10-2005, 20:26:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Rose, consider yourself openly invited...come by any time..." Erasmus smiled, "There's always more wine.&nbsp; You can help me figure them out too, added research for our project." Her smiled was slowly winning him over, as wase to her occasional bout with innoncence and her own sensuality.&nbsp; He breathed deep when he saw her blush, and look away, but she had not moved her hand.<br><br>He took up his own glass, and got to his feel.&nbsp; His slipped his fingers about hers, and gently guided her to her feet.&nbsp; HE set his glass down for a moment, and used the remote to change the music.&nbsp; A quiet sympony orchestra began to play, and the smooth tones of Nat King Cole subtely filled the garden.&nbsp; Erasmus guided her out to the center of the yard, sipping more wine, as they arrived at a&nbsp; nexus of the short paths to the pool and the pagoda.&nbsp; He set his wineglass aside on a flat stone, let her sip hers another time or two, before he held out his other hand,<br><br>Cullen met her eyes, "Would you like to dance with me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>03-10-2005, 22:16:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose could feel the wine in her head as she stood, but it was a pleasant and momentary tipsy that made her giggle lightly and hold a bit tighter to Erasmus' hand.&nbsp; It wasn't too much, but a demonstration of what two glasses and a bit more would do to her.&nbsp; Nonetheless, she took her glass along with her as she walked along with him, hand in hand, down into the garden.&nbsp; She sipped just a bit more and set her glass down next to his.&nbsp; As she bent, she was silhouetted briefly by one of the lights, a slender form of gentle curves up top, and shadows hinting at long slender legs below. "Just show me how" she said, a bit of playfulness in her quiet, soft response.&nbsp; There was a twinkle in her eyes as she led him take both of her hands in his own.&nbsp; Her steps were light and graceful as she moved towards him, letting him guide her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>03-10-2005, 22:35:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus smiled brightly, as he admired her curves and lines.&nbsp; He did not know if it was the wine, or the woman, but he was relexed, and pleasantly mellow...and in very good company.&nbsp; He chose an almost ballroom style step, made a bit small in movements thanks to where they stood.&nbsp; He drew her closer as they moved, one hand at the small of her back, the other one clasping her hand in a finger-twined grip.&nbsp; Less space seperated them as the song and the dance continued.&nbsp; His breath was warm on the side of her neck, as they whirled into a step that placed them cheek to cheek.&nbsp; She could feel Cullen's taut musculature as they moved, his slow grace, perhaps affected by the wine...and he felt hers.<br><br>Unbidden, as they danced, Cullen spoke softly by her ear, "You are very beautiful, Rose..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>03-10-2005, 22:54:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose felt his hand on the small of her back, resting on the warm exposed skin there, and it made her want him to pull her her and hold her close.&nbsp; And step by sweeping step they did draw closer.&nbsp; Her movements were fluid, her balance and timing fairly good despite the wine and the unfamiliarity of the dance.&nbsp; Movement of her body was something she was confident and practiced in, and it felt good to move, and move close to someone like him.&nbsp; As her whirled her in to be cheek to cheek, her chest pressed against his, her thigh against his, their cheeks close.&nbsp; She felt the strength of his body, its smoothness, and wondered for a moment if she felt something more as her belly pressed between his legs.&nbsp; While her heart beat faster before from nerves, now she had a similar feeling, but her heartbeat was more from anticipation.&nbsp; His whispered words in her ear sent a tingle through her, and not merely for their flattery.&nbsp; She looked away from his eyes and blushed again with a whispered "Thank you", and as he swirled her back out again he could see the light in her eyes, the flush in her cheeks, and the response of her body, each breast now carrying a small shadow from aroused nipples.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>03-10-2005, 23:14:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus felt her warm beneath his hands, and against his body.&nbsp; The wine and her proximity made a heady mix, and he could feel his own body responding to her subtle signals.&nbsp; The dancing was less ballroom now, and more slow grind, as they danced with smaller movements, and when he pulled her back into his arms after the last broad movement, he could see her arousal writ clear on hre body.&nbsp; His lips brushed the side of her neck as they danced, and Nat King Cole gave way to Billie Holiday, and he drew her closer still, both arms now around her, both hands on bare skin, as the slow danced together.&nbsp; When he drew her closer, she felt the outline of him, contained within his jeans, and felt a slight twitch under the pressure of her body.&nbsp; Erasmus breath was warm, and smelled slightly of the wine.&nbsp; He nuzzled her through her long hair, until he straightened to look into her eyes, nearly nose to nose.&nbsp; <br><br>He canted his head slightly, "Rose..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>04-10-2005, 17:16:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose wrapped her arms around him, fingers laced behind his strong back, taking warm comfort from his strong body.&nbsp; She loved the smell of him, the smell of the wine, the sound of the music.&nbsp; She felt the hardness in his jeans pressed against her, and it thrilled her, even as it opened a question in her mind not fully answered yet.&nbsp; She laid her head along his chest, nestling her head under his chin, enjoying his nuzzling touch, feeling his hands warm on the skin of her back.&nbsp; At the sound of her name, she looked up, meeting his eyes again and wordlessly asking him to continue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>04-10-2005, 17:32:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And continue Erasmus did, but not with words.&nbsp; There had been enough of those.&nbsp; The mix of music, wine, and Rose herself had long since gotten to him.&nbsp; Erasmus knew she had felt his state, and matched him in some way.&nbsp; She nestled against him, and he sighed from the simple pleasure of it.&nbsp; And when she looked up in response to him, and met his eyes, he leaned forward and kissed her.<br><br>His lips tasted of the wine, and were both soft and sweet.&nbsp; His tongue darted out gently, to trace the inner line of her lower lip, not tentative, but a tender touch seeking permission to further caress this part of her.&nbsp; His embrace pulled her close, allowing her to feel every inch of him, from taut muscle, to his apparent arousal.&nbsp; Erasmus moaned sweetly into her mouth, the sound low and slight, but present nonetheless.&nbsp; One of his hands caressed her face, lost his fingers in her hair, and cradled her head as his lips seemed to meld with hers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>04-10-2005, 18:48:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose melted into his arms, her mouth softly parting to meet his kiss, eagerly and gently nibbling back at his lips.&nbsp; Her arms remained holding him tight, as much to securely hold herself while her legs felt weak and trembling.&nbsp; She loved his hand within her hair, and turned her head ever so slightly to push back and stroke against his fingers.&nbsp; &nbsp; She breathed out a long sigh-like breath into his moan, her heart pattering with the thrill of it, feeling that wonderful lost-body bliss from head to toe.&nbsp; For at least this long moment, she had no cares for the time before or the time after, for school, for him being her professor... all those things had faded far, far away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>04-10-2005, 19:11:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus deepened their kiss, his hands slipping down to the bare small of her back, and caressing the curve above her bottom for a moment, before his hands slid over her skirt, and gently rested on the swell of her butt.&nbsp; His other hand joined its companions, and drew her against him with a gentle pull and a little kneading.&nbsp; His lips moved over her chin, and down the perfect line of her neck, his face lost in her hair, as he kissed the sensitive skin just beneath and behind her ear.&nbsp; Then gently, slowly, he nibbled at her earlobe, his hands kneading her rump, pressing their hips together so she could help but know his state.&nbsp; His breath was hot on her skin, his hands were warm, and seemed to gently know where to touch her.&nbsp; Erasmus made a small groan into the curve of her shoulder, where it rose to meet the line of her neck, as he eased one of her legs up to surround him, supporting it with his hand with a gently grip just behing her knee.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>04-10-2005, 20:15:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose was warm and softly compliant in his capable hands.&nbsp; Her butt was firm and toned under his kneading fingers, her slender and semi-athletic figure yielding muscle beneath a pleasant layer of feminine softness.&nbsp; She easily shifted her neck to let him explore her neck and ear, closing her eyes and softly letting out a breathy moan that she wasn't even aware of.&nbsp; &nbsp;She shifted her arms as he lifted her, wrapping them above his shoulders and around his neck, helping to pull herself up as his mouth traced along sensitive skin.&nbsp; He could feel the rapid pulse of her heart in the soft throat, feel and hear her breath on his own ear and face.<br><br>Her leg easily came up with his touch, the skirt falling loosely aside as his hand held her knee, its hem now trapped between her middle inner thigh and his waist.&nbsp; Her now mostly-bare leg was long and toned, soft and freshly shaved to his touch.&nbsp; There was the clatter of her sandal falling to the ground, thrown with a small twitch of her toes and heel.&nbsp; Her other leg stretched down, standing partially on tip-toe in a small extra support to their merging bodies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>05-10-2005, 17:46:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her toned body was the perfect mix of muscle and curves, and her rump felt amazing under his hands.&nbsp; When Erasmus drew a moan from her, he lingered in that spot for a moment, before returning to her lips.&nbsp; He kissed her deeply, as he he held her leg about him, and she pressed against him.&nbsp; There was no ignoring the effect that she had on him, as she felt it clearly between them, despite being constrained by his jeans.&nbsp; Cullen's hand slid upwards along the raised thigh, caressing bare skin, reveling in its silky length.&nbsp; His fingertips slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, drawing lazy circles as the caress continued, until his entire hand slipped over her bottom again, this time over her cotton panties, and kneaded that cheek once more.&nbsp; She felt his heart beat at their center, his other hand no rising to the small of her back to support her, and keep her close.&nbsp; Erasmus hips rolled a bit, unconsciously, with the weight of her against him.<br><br>Again, he slid from her lips to her neck, though the opposite side this time, once more losing his face in her air.&nbsp; His breath was hot near her ear, as the hand at the small of her back, slid under the camisole, caressing her spine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>05-10-2005, 18:02:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose's eyes fluttered as she was lost in the feeling of his touch, his kisses, his caresses.&nbsp; It was so much more than she had been treated to before by other, less experienced and sophisticated lovers.&nbsp; As it continued she started to gain some of her presence and started to show her arousal in actions as well as passive signs.&nbsp; She ran her hands through his hair, massaging his scalp, and nibbled at his neck and collarbone as his kisses ran along her own neck.&nbsp; She pressed herself against him as he rolled his hips, feeling the hardness of his manhood pressing against her, rising into his arms and on her toes so that at least the base of that hardness began to rub on her own growing heat between her legs.&nbsp; The feeling of that grinding, rolling motion sent further waves through her driving her desire even more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>05-10-2005, 19:02:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus groaned when she ground against him, the sound vibrating through him and into her.&nbsp; His hand slipped beneath the cotton of her underwear, now feeling the skin beneath it, hishand warm upon that firm curve of flesh.&nbsp; His other hand continued to explore her back; slipped beneath her camisole, its lazy passage soon encountered the lack of a bra.&nbsp; It seemed to hesitate but a moment, before Cullen's warm hand gently massaged the area where a&nbsp; strap might have been, as his lips returned to hers, his tongue questing past her's.&nbsp; He moaned slightly as she massaged his scalp, and pulled her still closer, nearly breathless from the sudden onrush of their intimacy.&nbsp; Heated air escaped his nose in an unreleased sigh, and he ground against her heat once more.&nbsp; Carefully, he urged her backwards to the hot tub, until they were leaning against a corner of the pagoda.&nbsp; One hand remained on her bare bottom, but now that she could hold him within the angle of her leg without worrying about toppling over, the hand at her back slipped easily to the front.&nbsp; He tickled her belly, and slowly slid his hand upward during their continuing kiss.&nbsp; Erasmus gently lifted the camisole&nbsp; away, his hand gliding softly over the globe of her breast, just holding it, fondling it gently, as if testing her reaction, before continuing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>05-10-2005, 21:46:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose lifted her butt into him as she felt his hand curving over her cheek.&nbsp; She met his kiss, her mouth opening and hungry to dance her tongue against his.&nbsp; She felt the wall at her back, now secure between him and the solid surface, and his hand slid up her belly.&nbsp; The camisole seemed just something in the way, easily riding up under his exploration until her breast was in his hand.&nbsp; Her breasts were firm and warm to his touch, her aerolae small and a flushed pink, her nipple hard nubs under his fingers.&nbsp; She moaned into him as his fingers ran over her breast, and she raised her arms over her head to let him push it up, then took it and removed it herself to toss it aside.<br><br>The top being gone, she lowered her arms to take his head in his hands and looked deep into his eyes.&nbsp; Her green eyes had both the look of desire and concern, her face taking a slight downward cast.&nbsp; Her bare chest rose and fell with deepened breasts.&nbsp; "Tell me.&nbsp; Is this what you wanted when you brought me here?" Her eyes narrowed quickly with emotion. "You make me feel... I want this, I want to be here, but only if it's right."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>05-10-2005, 23:16:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus was only mildly surprised by what had awakened in her.&nbsp; He was more surprised by his own response.&nbsp; Cullen had, of course, brought other women into this grotto, seduced others with wine and music and even dancing, but none had moved him quite so much as Rose had.&nbsp; Perhaps it was her combination of knowledge and innocence, or the sharpness of her young mind.&nbsp; He could not place it exactly, and at the moment, he was not sure that he cared.&nbsp; She was ripe and in his arms, and beautiful under the waning light of the moon and the thin colored splashes that washed across her skin from the paper lanterns.&nbsp; Her breasts heaved from her breathing, and he lowered his lips to an erect nipple, his hand upon it, gently kneading the mound and lifting it to meet his lips.&nbsp; Erasmus' tongue traced her aureolae, like a moist feather, it brushed around the peak, before he gently took it between his lips.&nbsp; He groaned into the globe of flesh as he did so, the sight, taste and scent of her drawing it out.&nbsp; His other hand slid from her bottom, though he regretted it, and carefully caressed upward to give her other breast the same attention.&nbsp; His lips seared a line across her chest, and at the center of her bosom, he answered breathlessly.<br><br>He kissed the space between the mounds, and answered honestly, "Yes..at first...but now..." Erasmis moved hungrily to the other mounds bud, lashing it with his tongue before climbing along her skin to her lips and kissing her deeply. "Now...I want you...not just your body...you..."<br><br>Erasmus' hands slipped beneatht he waistband of her skirt, and gently began to urge it down, away from her hips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>06-10-2005, 03:15:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose arched back in his arms as his lips closed about her nipple, and she moaned deeply as his tongue circled it.&nbsp; Her skin had a sheen of sweat already from her arousal, her breath quickening under his expert touch.&nbsp; She felt a near electric tingle running through her breasts to deep within her, surfacing again between her legs.&nbsp; "Oh God, that's so.... ooooohhhhhh" She closed her eyes and bit her lip against the moan as he did the same to her other breast.<br><br>As he pulled away, the dappled soft light shown on her chest.&nbsp; He could see the freckles run their trace down amongst her collarbone, the light tan upon her skin becoming pale as her breast curved outwards.&nbsp; Her nipples had darkened with their intense arousal, each nipple standing, begging for his hips and fingers to tease them more.<br><br>She lowered her legs together to help him push down the skirt, but that was quickly stopped by the tight laces of the upper panel.&nbsp; She met his eyes for a brief moment then, and any reluctance within them appeared to have been burned away by lust.&nbsp; Her hands came down and quickly untied and unlaced the front of the skirt, letting him pull it down.&nbsp; Beneath was a green low-rise bikini panty, already darkened by her wetness beneath.&nbsp; She raised her hands to his cheeks again, looking deep into his eyes.&nbsp; "Be good to me.&nbsp; Be gentle." Her words were at once begging and demanding, surrendering herself to him even as she made her last claim.&nbsp; And with that she put her hands to the back of his head, running fingers through his hair as she pulled his mouth to her own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>06-10-2005, 16:44:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus enjoyed the way she responded to his touch, rising under bher hands, and against his lips.&nbsp; The sound of her interrupted encouragement, drew and answering moan against her skin, and he began to kiss the path of her freckles.&nbsp; His lips were as warm and soft as his breath was heated, and when her skirt came free his hands were as busy.&nbsp; He paused to admire her nearly nude form, the tension under the rough cloth of his jeans more than apparent now, before he nodded at her words and allowed himself to be drawn back into their kiss, and their increasingly molten embrace.<br><br>While they kissed, Erasmus slid his t-shirt upwards, breaking their contact for the briefest second, as he passed it over his head, and tossed it on to the grass.&nbsp; He drew her close, his chest pressed to hers, as he shifted his shoulders a bit, to rub across the peaks of her bosom.&nbsp; He suckled at her lower lip, his tongue flickering and tracing the lines of her lips, or tangling with her own tongue.&nbsp; She tasted sweet, of herself, and of the wine, and he sighed around their kiss.&nbsp; Erasmus pressed his hips to hers, his hand sliding beneath the wasitband of her low-rise panties, to once more knead the bare skin of her behind, while his other hand was lost in her hair cradling her head.&nbsp; He took a moment to press two buttons over her shoulder, and low lights sprang to life in the pagoda, soft and inviting, dimming as the music changed to a relaxing Irish theme, barely heard above the sounds of their passion and the soft bubbling of the hot tub.&nbsp; His center ground against hers, before the hand on her bottom slipped around to gently apply pressure to the moistness of her panties, gent rubbing up and down, before taking hold of her rump once more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>06-10-2005, 16:58:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose responded to his kiss, his touch, her lips darting after his as if trying to capture them.&nbsp; Her motions and caresses were not as smooth as his, not nearly as practiced, and there was a quivering in her limbs from both her pleasure and her nervousness.&nbsp; But in all she seemed enthusastic now, returning each kiss for kiss, following him in the lovermaking rather than taking the lead.&nbsp; She helped him remove his shirt, her hands returning to run over his strong shoulders and down over his chest, feeling his lean muscles beneath her fingers.<br><br>As his fingers slipped over the front of her panties, her could feel the softness of her pubes, cushioning her sex beneath but unable to keep her wetness from moistening the fabric.&nbsp; His touch drew another moan from her, and her hands clutched at him as he rubbed, her mouth falling to bite softly on his shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>06-10-2005, 18:55:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus spread his hands beneath her panties, and gently began to lower them, as he did, his lips oved over her chin and down.&nbsp; He left small touches, like burning points on her skin, his lips feather soft, lifting and falling like a pleasantly warn rain...down her throat...twixt her breasts...down her center line...a clever tongue circles her navel...as he moved her panties are lowered more and more and soon he is on his kneed, gently lifting first one foot and then the other and tossing the green scrap of fabric aside.&nbsp; Erasmus kissed the spot between her navel and her mound, and then the place where either leg met her apex, and then the very start of the soft hairline of her sex.&nbsp; His hands caressed the length of her legs now, and his eyes looked upward along her length to find hers.&nbsp; His eyes were fogged by his hunger, and his parted lips so near to her, invited the imagination to wonder down lurid paths.&nbsp; He returned to kissing her stomach...his hands sliding along her skin to her breasts, and fondling both at once.<br><br>He stood up slowly, his lips retracing the path it had used before, until her found her lips, and pressed himself against her...only the rough cloth of his jeans seperating them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>06-10-2005, 19:21:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose looked down at him, then closed her eyes and looked upward, her upper back leaning into the wall of the pagoda.&nbsp; Her hands clutched at his shoulders as he pushed the panties down, and in their tenseness he could feel the contrast within her, wanting and fearing all at once.&nbsp; As he knelt further, her hands lifted, grabbing hold of a beam of the pagoda's roof above her.<br><br>The panties pulled away to reveal copper curls, partially matted against her from her wetness and his rubbing.&nbsp; She had shaved herself some to down below the panty line, and with a little touch-up around, and somewhat trimmed in length, but mostly natural.&nbsp; Her pink sex had small, thin, tight lips though swollen from her arousal.&nbsp; He could feel her holding her breath, and a anticipitatory shudder went through him as he kissed to either side of her sex and then above above her mons.&nbsp; As he looked up, her eyes remained closed and lifted, her long body above him glistening and just barely quivering, her hands stretched above her.<br><br>As he stood again, she moaned lightly at his touch upon her breasts, her eyes opening to look deep into his.&nbsp; Her hands lowered from the beam to embrace him as they kissed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>06-10-2005, 20:32:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus gently stepped back from her, her body slick and glistening, his own skin shining from perspiration and mutual heat.&nbsp; His look was one of hunger and desire and appreciation, like she was a work of art, and he was the painter who had just completed her.&nbsp; He unbottoned his jeans, but did not drop them, instead, he returned to her and kissed her fiecely.&nbsp; Once again, he began to lower himself to his knees, lingering on her breasts, his hands caressing wherever they could reach, until one began to rub at her mind; first a gentle petting of the coppery curls, and then a fingre traced her swollen lips, applying gently pressure as the touch ran up and down along it.&nbsp; His lips continued downward finally, intil he was on her knees, and gently rubbing just within the petals of her sex, only lightly brushing under the hood of her mound to caress the hidden button.<br><br>Then he leaned forward, and she felt his tongue follow his finger as he gently pulled the digit free.&nbsp; He licked her length, nuzzling the copper hair, and gently took each of the labia betwene his lips, as if massaging either with his gentle suckling.&nbsp; Then his tongue ducked into her in a plunging curl, the tip ending on that hidden button, and swirling around it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>06-10-2005, 21:37:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose's eyes followed his hands to the buttons of his jeans, watching for what she had already seen before to reappear.&nbsp; Before it had been distant, surprising, and impressive.&nbsp; Now as the jeans came open his manhood peeked out and it was more immediate but no less impressive.&nbsp; Her eyes dwelled on its darkened head and the length that disappeared down into his pants.&nbsp; His kiss interrupted that thought and view, and her lips were fierce in response to his own.<br><br>As he knelt she again found herself holding her breath, letting it go in one long breath as he moved lower.&nbsp; She again lifted her arms to the beam above, feeling a certain security from hanging from it and reassurance that she wouldn't fall even as her legs felt so wobbly.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and groaned as he petted her labia, and as his tongue began its wet exploration of the top of her sex.&nbsp; She shuddered as his tongue began to nuzzle her, it was so gentle and thus all the more powerful, none of the roughness she had had before in her limited experience with other men.&nbsp; "Oh God" she moaned, turning her head to bury her mouth against her upraised bicep.&nbsp; Even so muffled, her groan was loud as his tongue swirled against her clit.&nbsp; Her knees shook and buckled, her body dropping a few inches, and only her long arms holding onto the beam kept her from falling to the ground.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>07-10-2005, 17:34:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus eyes gazed along the length of her as she dangled partially from the pagoda support.&nbsp; The curves of her body excited him; the way the light glistened on nipples taut and moist with his own saliva, the swell and curves of her pert breasts, the blush in her aureolaes, the curve of her neck as she groaned loudly into her arm.&nbsp; He ran his hand down her bare legs as he continued to work at her center, his hands rising to her bottom, and pulling her towards him.&nbsp; His tongue delved more deeply then, his upper lipped pressed against her clitoris, as he lapped at her rising moisture.&nbsp; Her honey was pleasant on his tongue, as it swept deeply upwards within her, until it replaced his upper lip.&nbsp; His tongue swirled again, Erasmus eager to pull another groan from her, and then he kneaded her bottom, and pressed in close, suckling the nub between his lips, where it felt surrounded by a tongue that rubbed and teased it like the tiniest of candies.<br><br>His eyes remained open and watching for hers, and when he caught them, he suckled a bit harder, his hands tightening on her bottom.&nbsp; Then, he groaned around her button, a hum that vibrated through his lips and into her...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>07-10-2005, 17:44:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh God" she moaned, her mouth pulling away from her arm to take deep breaths as she got her feet back under herself again.&nbsp; Her sex sent such waves through her that her knees seemed weak immediately again, her arms quivering as well.&nbsp; Her whole body arched and ached for it.&nbsp; As he pulled her into him she moved with him, almost thrusting herself forward into him, wanting to spread her legs so he could do more, but somehow trying to hold herself up. "Oh God, I can't" she called out, though it was unclear if it was referring to withstanding the waves of pleasure or in keeping herself upright.&nbsp; Then as he hummed into her, between her thighs, her legs gave way again.&nbsp; Her fingers slipped and her back slumped into the wall, her knees bending and her legs spreading around him as she slid/fell down the wall.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>07-10-2005, 18:18:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus heard her moan, and the change in her breathing, and then shortly felt her legs buckle.&nbsp; Before she completely fell, he slipped his arms under her knees, guiding her bending legs over his shoulder.&nbsp; He supported with hs harms, his hands against the wall now,&nbsp; hooked onto the corner edge of the hot tub frame,&nbsp; the angle sliding her hips naturally towards his face.&nbsp; He grunted as he caught her, looked up for a moment into her eyes, and soon his lips sought hers, his tongue slipped past the coppery down and between her ready llips.&nbsp; He lapped at her once more, and returned to her pearl with the same singular focus had given to her before she nearly feel.&nbsp; He was able to deeply taste of her core, for a moment, his head bobbed as he made of his clever tongue a slippery point, dropping in and out of her, every stroke along her pearl, until his tongue curled to capture her honeyed excitement, and his lips suckled at the hood...his tongues spiraling beneath it to trace around her taut center.<br><br>He groaned into her again, and rose upwards, the motion freeing mroe of him from his jeans, and putting an arch into Rose's back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>08-10-2005, 20:25:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose followed the arch, reaching her hands back for something to grap onto.&nbsp; She just felt she had to squeeze something with her hands with what she was feeling.&nbsp; Her breasts, ever more perky and aroused that before, pointed upwards with the arching, her sex pushing into his face."Oh God yes, Oh God yes, Oh God yes" she panted, and her body began to quiver and arch with a newly gathering wave.&nbsp; As he began to stand, her hands pressed hard against the wall, more to have something to push against than out of need of stability.&nbsp; As he groaned into her, the wave crested within her, her muscles pushing then relaxing.&nbsp; "Oh oh oh oh oooooooh" she groaned out, not even trying to muffle herself anymore as the orgasm surged through her.&nbsp; Her eyes were closed as it pushed all other thoughts away, though no sooner had it passed then a second, deeper wave began slowly to build.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>11-10-2005, 17:00:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus gazed along the length of her lovely shimmering body.&nbsp; She was like a work of art, if he could freeze her in that moment, how perfect and at home she would look in some of his books about the Kama Sutra; her arched back, her breasts pointing towards the sky.&nbsp; It was a beautiful image, and one he would remember.&nbsp; The sound of her panting, and her moans urged him on, and when she came, he continued to gently, almsot casually lick and suckle her.&nbsp; He nuzzled her coppery curls with his nose, and pressed his face into her mound.&nbsp; The scent of her climax filled his head, the taste of her too sweet to ignore, so he continued at an almost casual pace...his eyes open, looking upwards to capture her gaze.<br><br>"Hmmmm..." He hummed into her, enjoying her sounds, her motions and her taste.&nbsp; He did not want to stop, he could feel her breathing rising again, and he knew he could send her over the precipice again, but he wanted to see what she might do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>11-10-2005, 17:17:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose bent her body back up, trying to find a way to get more comfortable, her arms levering her up from the edge of the hot tub.&nbsp; Corwin could see the muscles of her abdomen outlined with the effort of holding her up, her body was strong and lithe, that of a casual athlete in good shape if nowhere near that of the serious competitors.&nbsp; Her eyes met his, and there was desire burning there, and pleasure, and sense of adoration and compliance at his expert command of her body.&nbsp; She started to lower herself down to the steps that led into the tub, bringing her closer to the ground and below him.&nbsp; Her eyes slipped away from his to gaze upon his increasingly revealed and erect manhood, then slowly back to his eyes with a questioning look.&nbsp; <em>Did he want to take her completely?</em> she thought as her eyes seemed to ask.&nbsp; She wasn't sure of herself.&nbsp; Part of her was still trying to catch up with how she ended up naked with Doctor Cullen, how she found herself here having the best orgasm she had ever had from oral sex, in a strange if beautiful place.&nbsp; The other part of her wanted more, wanted to give herself up to him for more.&nbsp; Those two elements conflicted in her mind, and were reflected in her eyes and demeanor to a man with such observant talents as Erasmus.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>11-10-2005, 22:57:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus watched her settle, and licked his lips.&nbsp; He stepped back and removed his pants, rendering his manhood more prominent than it had previously appeared.&nbsp; He bent over and reached down for her breasts, giving it a gentle squeeze, before getting her gently to her feet and kissing her deeply; The scent and taste of her still on his lips, as his tongue reached for hers.&nbsp; Cullen's hand rubbed over her slick mound, feeling her heat.&nbsp; He breathed into her ear. "Into the hot tub."<br><br>He led the way, holding her hand as he went up the short flight of stairs and stepped over the rim and into the tub.&nbsp; Erasmus sat on the edge, in the corner made for sitting as he was, his legs in the water, with Rose in the hot tub, able to stand at a comfortable depth that made his next request, perhaps more pleasant. "If you like, Rose, I would like you to have a taste of me as well..." Erasmus leaned back, and met her eyes, waiting to see what she did.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>12-10-2005, 03:48:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose smiled a deep, satisfied smile as gave her breasts a gentle squeeze.&nbsp; Certainly her nipples were showing no softening of their aroused, perky state.&nbsp; She leaned into Erasmus as he kissed her, feeling his manhood pressed hot against her stomach.&nbsp; Her handswrapped around him low on his back, and trailed away on his hips as they parts.&nbsp; Her curls were wet, warm, and plastered to her and her hand circled on his hip as he rubbed her.&nbsp; She nodded at his instruction.<br><br>She stepped in, enjoying the hot water rising up her thighs.&nbsp; She was a bit sensitive as the hot water rose over her sex, but it was a pleasant stimulation that felt better the longer she stood there.&nbsp; She lowered her hands to his thighs, and looked down at his manhood.&nbsp; "I... I'd like that, but I'm probably not as good as you were for me.", her voice was hesitant, but even as she said it her hands closed over his balls and the base of his cock.&nbsp; She licked her lips and slowly lowered her mouth around his tip, kissing it lightly, then taking just his head into her mouth.&nbsp; Then slowly she took more of him into her mouth, keeping her lips tight around his circumference.&nbsp; Her tongue lapped against the underside of his cock as she did so, then she slowly rose again until only his head was just inside of her mouth.&nbsp; She looked up to his eyes, judging his response and obviously looking for approval, then started to repeat the lowering again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>12-10-2005, 13:56:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus watched her his green eyes hazy, and she took a hold of him.&nbsp; He sighed, his eyes never leaving her.&nbsp; To say that he was pleased, would be like saying a dinosaur's egg was old, it would be an understatement.&nbsp; Her gentle grip on his sack made him shiver, and when she began to lower her lips towards his waiting and wanting membe, he groaned a bit at the sight.&nbsp; When Rose kissed the head, he sighed, and almost melted as she went from a kiss, to slipping the glans inside her mouth.&nbsp; The sensitive head pulsed with Cullen's heartbeat, and she drew a hissing sigh from him as he her lowered, and her mouth took in more of hsi sex, her lips sliding down his pole.&nbsp; Hi breathing came more heavily, as he tongued worked around him, and he slowly slid back ou of her warnm and inviting mouth, only to be enveloped again.&nbsp; LEaning back, he could not help but roll his hips on her downstroke, eager to feel more of her mouth around him.<br><br>He met her eyes when she looked up, and the sight was enough to make him twitch in her mouth.&nbsp; Erasmus sighed deeply, and she continued to bob her head gently, suckling at his root, he groaned softly...the sound one of encouragement, and pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>12-10-2005, 14:05:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Encouraged, Rose began to increase the speed that her mouth travelled up and down his shaft.&nbsp; She wrapped her left hand around the base of his manhood, her warm palm draped over his balls.&nbsp; Her right hand formed a ring about his shaft, and began to travel up and down with her mouth, just an inch below her lips, her fingers bearing just a little tighness on his skin now lubricated by her mouth.&nbsp; She swirled her tongue around his glans, at first somewhat hesitantly, but as she saw his response she tried moving her tongue faster, flicking it over his tip, then on the underside of his shaft just below the glans.&nbsp; She looked up at him again, her eyes briefly distracted from his eyes to look over his chest.&nbsp; From the way she was leaning into him, she seemed to be gaining confidence and enjoyment in what she was doing to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>12-10-2005, 20:05:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus groaned as she increased the pace of her attentions.&nbsp; He hand was warm and pleasant and very welcome against the base of his member, the warmth of it sending a shiver through him.&nbsp; When she added her right hands to the work that her mouth was laredy doing so well, he groaned again. "Rose..." Her names was a heated whisper, a murmur of ecnouragement, and an expression of his desire. "Rose..."<br><br>His head lolled back almost bonelessly, and his hips rolled with the rythm she set.&nbsp; Her hand and her mouth worked as one, and he felt himself gasp from it.&nbsp; Rose's tongue was like a hot wet feather upon the end of his sex, lashing around him and over him, causing his breath to catch and come in gasps.&nbsp; He captured her gaze again, and lost his hand in her hair, as he combed her red locks back so he could continue to see waht she was doing...her enjoyment fired him, and when she continued he closed his eyes again.&nbsp; She felt him twitch in her mouth, he resistance to her touch ebbing away as she worked him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>12-10-2005, 20:40:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose's eyes seemed to light up at his words and the obvious effect her ministrations were having on him.&nbsp; She shifted her feet in the pool, widening them apart to get better balance as she increased her speed on him yet more.&nbsp; The move also opened up her a bit more to the hot water, which also felt good.&nbsp; She was feeling more powerfully sexy than she ever had before in her life, and Doctor Cullen was the one who had brought her there.&nbsp; Her hand and mouth moved up and down faster, her lips and fingers a little tighter around his skin, her other hands softly moving over his balls.&nbsp; He seemed to like the tongue on the tip of his glans best, so she set to doing that as quickly as she could when her mouth was withdrawn towards the tip.&nbsp; When she was furthest on the downswing she tried to take more and more of him into her mouth, but she just wasn't used to trying to do that, so she went back to concentrating the upper portion of his shaft.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>13-10-2005, 16:26:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus breath came more rapidly now, often through his mouth, and out his nose as he moaned quietly in his chest.&nbsp; He gasped when she started to regularly swirl her tongue over and arond and under the head.&nbsp; Her speed increased, and his hips continued to roll in time with her downward motions, as he growned from her firm grip, her hot, moist, mouth and tongue, and the suctions and feel of her lips.&nbsp; He hand gently on his sack , stroking his balls made him sigh in delight, and when she tried to take him into her mouth a bit more, he went very still for her.&nbsp; She took a bit more, and the more, and while she could not take him completely, the upward stroke made him shiver.&nbsp; She felt his sex twitch again in her mouth, and Cullen knew he was close.<br><br>"Rose..."&nbsp; He said her name with as much heat as he felt, his eyes finding hers, to let her know that he was about to go over that edge.&nbsp; He breathed heavily, his eyes on hers, his body moving with her wet minstrations, and she felt him start to tense.&nbsp; Erasmus held her gaze to see if she wsa ready.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>13-10-2005, 16:57:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus could feel her fingers grow a shade tighter as they ringed his shaft, her eyes looking up at him in anticipation, her mouth moving a little slower now.&nbsp; Her eyes were excited but nervous, her tongue flicking over his tip and drawing away the little bit that was welling there.&nbsp; She shifted her body in a little closer to him, one breast brushing against the inside of his thigh as she did so.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>13-10-2005, 17:25:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus sighed, and whispered her name as she continued.&nbsp; Her hand tightened, she continued to meer his eyes, slowing her motions, and her tongue took away the tiniest bit that was seeping out.&nbsp; He felt her breast on hs thigh, and managed to angle up enough to put his hand on it for a moment, as she worked him.&nbsp; He gasped then, suddenly, and his hands got lost in her copperly curls, his fingers combing through it until he gently held her head still after letting it bob over him a time or two more slowly.&nbsp; He stiffned again, and let out a ragged gasp and groan as he came...his member jumped in her mouth, and released its pearlescent ribbons, pumping into her, the sensation of her lips about him cauisng him to lean back and lean against the corner support, going almost boneless as he vibrated between her lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>13-10-2005, 17:45:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose's eyes widened and all of her concentration became focused on swallowing without choking.&nbsp; Her hands froze on his shaft for that moment, then slowly started to caress him up and down as the spurts finished up.&nbsp; Her tongue tenatively played over his glans as she swallowed the last of it.&nbsp; She looked up and him, and her eyes brightened and grew more confident as she watched him lean back.&nbsp; She took her mouth off of him and looked back down at his length, and gave the tip one last light almost innocent kiss.<br><br>Deciding to let hiim relax, she slowly released his manhood and lowered herself into the water, drifting away from him.&nbsp; The water lapped along her shoulders and started to wet her red curls.&nbsp; She watched him there from the other side, quiet but smiling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>14-10-2005, 19:21:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus groaned long and loud as she finished him, her strokes milking him to the last.&nbsp; He could see she was swallowing every bit of it, and he twitched with in her, the sight making him want her more.&nbsp; He sighed as she swalled the last of it, licked the head, and moved away.&nbsp; She had felt wonderful around him, and looked wonderful doing it, her red hair gleaming and tickling him.&nbsp; He sighed again as he lowered himself into the water, and let the last of his shivers pass.&nbsp; He grinned at her across the pool, and moved towards her after a moment.&nbsp; Erasmus glided through the water, landing on his knees before her.&nbsp; Smiling, he leaned forward, and began to kiss her wet neck, his hands beneath the water, rising to her breasts.<br><br>Despite the refraction of the surface of the tub, she could see that his body was preparing him for something more. "Rose..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>16-10-2005, 02:46:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled up at him, languidly wrapping her hands around his back.&nbsp; "Yes... Doctor Cullen?" She was enjoying the hot water bathing her body.&nbsp; Her smile seemed a bit more comfortable and relaxed now than it had earlier.&nbsp; Underneath it all was still the an feeling of inexperience, even if it was masked now by the coasting feeling of her own orgasm.&nbsp; The little world of the garden seemed unreal for now, but she was drifting warmly within it, and the consequences and worries hadn't crashed down upon her mind... yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>17-10-2005, 16:03:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled when she put her arms around him, and called him by his university title.&nbsp; It made Erasmus feel...naughtier than usual, arousing him to the point of further desire.&nbsp; His hand found her breasts and once again gently kneaded, not insistantly or hurriedly, but a sensual fondling of what he found to be perfectly sized globes for his soft hands.&nbsp; His thumbs stroked across their peaks, drawing idle circles over the blush that surrounded them.&nbsp; Erasmus leaned in for a kiss, first finding her cheek, then the corner of her mouth, and finally her lips proper.&nbsp; Gently he coaxed her lips to part for his, while his tongue slid alongside hers.&nbsp; Quietly, he groaned at the feel of her beneath his hands, their kiss, and the pleasant warmth of the water.&nbsp; Erasmus pulled her closer, one hand sliding from a breast to her bottom, and taking advantage of her bouyancy, simply pulling her against him.&nbsp; His revived sex pressed against her abdomen as they kissed, and she could feel his heart beat through it.<br><br>Erasmus wanted her, but with their exploration of each other, a bit of the urgency had faded.&nbsp; He would take his time, and the hot tub was the perfect place to do so.&nbsp; Doctor Cullen went on kissing and caressing her, drawing her into the water, so only their heads could be seen above the surface, often joined at the lips or by his lips to her skin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>17-10-2005, 16:39:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose readily joined him in the kiss, her head turning, eyes closing as their lips and tongues played.&nbsp; She enjoyed his hands on her breasts, the gentle pressure being nice, but the running of his thumbs over her nipples being wonderful - it wasn't quite the sparks that she had felt before, but it still stirred her deeply.&nbsp; One hand slipped down to the small of his back as his hand cupped her firm bottom, helping hold the two of them together.&nbsp; She was only a little surprised to feel his hardening sex pressed against her.&nbsp; She wrapped her legs around his waist, shifting her floating weight onto the tops of his thighs, pressing the middle of his hardness against her mons, enjoying its pressure there.&nbsp; Other than that, she continued to follow his lead, her eyes languid when open between kisses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>17-10-2005, 16:53:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus sighed between their lips as she moved, feeling his readiness slide along the surface of her mound.&nbsp; He moved his hips a bit to rub her there, as he continued to kiss her deeply, slowly, his tongue danced with hers in a languid tango.&nbsp; His hand kneaded her bottom, as his other continued its soft play with her breast.&nbsp; He rubbed her center for a time, but soon, was unable to resist the simple closeness of her entrance.&nbsp; Gently, as he kissed her, and explored her flesh, he slid back along her heated nether-lips, and allowed the head of his tool to slip past the folds of her sex.&nbsp; He waited a beat for her reaction, hoping she would settle against him, even as he rolled his hips foward to meet hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>17-10-2005, 17:31:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could feel her heartbeat increase its speed, a brief look of concern crossing her face.&nbsp; She angled her hips up, rising on him as he lowered himself beneath her, keeping his manhood running along her but not entering her.&nbsp; She kissed him then, more fiercely than before and pulled back to look deep in his eyes.&nbsp; He could see her desire, but also her nervousness, her chest rising and falling with deeping breaths, her pulse in her neck quick and strong.&nbsp; She kept that eye contact and slowly lowered herself until his tip rested just against her folds, just starting to part her.&nbsp; Her eyes seemed questioning, but desirous, and letting him make the next move.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>17-10-2005, 20:04:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus felt her petals part before the prow of his sex, and returned her fierce kiss, before she looked into his eyes.&nbsp; He watched herbreathing for a moment, felt the delicate warmth, that slight change in temperature of her innger heat, even with only a portion of the head of hid member slipped inside.&nbsp; His hand kneaded her bottom, the other rubbed across the bud of her breast, and he still held her eyes.&nbsp; Slowly, exquisitely, he ease her down and around him...he sighed as he felt the warm of her begin to envelope him, first the head, than an inch or so, and then the rest of him as he languourosly entered her, filling her, until their hips and bones met and he could only grind against her.<br><br>Slowly, he moved against a hidden seat in the hot tub.&nbsp; It hit the back of his legs, and he leaned back.&nbsp; Again they remained mostly in the water, with Rose clinging to him, impalaed on his sex.&nbsp; He rolled his hips, pulled her by her bottom, and began to slow dance, yet again, with her...though this dance was sweeter and older.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>17-10-2005, 20:15:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She kept her eyes on him as he slowly entered her.&nbsp; He had the feeling that her eyes, as well as her arms, were clinging to him to give herself reassurance, her lower lips curled in as she bit lightly on it.&nbsp; And she was tight, oh gods she was tight, wrapping around him as he filled her until their bodies came together, her seated upon his thighs, tightly impaled upon him.&nbsp; The whole slow motion seemed to force a low groan on pleasure from her, her eyelids flittering with the feeling of it.&nbsp; As they drifted back in the water she stared with those begging desirious eyes again, and as he started to roll his hips to pull and push closely with her she lowered her head, eyes now closed as she concentrated on the feeling of him in her, her hands clinging now to his shoulders, nails digging in lightly, sweet groans of pleasure coming from her as he moved within her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>17-10-2005, 21:05:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Full entry and the slightest motion pulled and answering groan from him, as she held him clenched tightly within her.&nbsp; Erasmus had not expected her to fit him so closely, it was all he could do to breath through his patient thrust.&nbsp; "Rose.." He whispered her name like a prayer, as he encouraged her to move with him, making small waved in the water, as he rolled his hips and slipped in and out, grinding against her.&nbsp; He hissed as he nails dug in, and covered her continuing groans with a deep kiss, before he moved both hands to her bottom, squeezing her rump, and then lowering his face to her bosom, to suckle slowl on either taut peak.<br><br>He whispered her name in her ear, and kissed her deeply once more, setting a deep pace that allowed them to feel every bit of each other; he her tightness, and she his fullness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>17-10-2005, 21:56:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They rose and fell, and as his lips closed on each nipple she threw back her head, her body arching into his. "Unhh... Oh God Yes."&nbsp; Her voice started a bit husky and got more trilling high-pitched as the sensations surged through her, particularly as he teased her sensitive nipples.&nbsp; He could feel himself pressing deeply into her, though the way she was sitting was keeping him from making as deep a penetration as his length was capable of.&nbsp; She leaned back into him as he raised his mouth to kiss her, and half-whispered back "Oh, it's so ... unh... big.".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>18-10-2005, 18:58:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she leaned back, he did as well, finally slipping inward to the fullest.&nbsp; He gasped again, at how she clung to him, and gently moved to the side of the tub.&nbsp; Erasmus was not certain how long they would last in the hot tub, but she was so hot, and ready, that he began to move within her, after sitting on the edge of the molded bench built into the wall of the tub.&nbsp; he sat upon the edge, and leaned back, so she was riding him a bit higher in the water, her breasts coming free of the warmth, and being instantly cooled by the night air.&nbsp; He used&nbsp; both hands now on her bottom, kneading, and setting up their slow rythm, as he took long filling strokes deep within her, gasping for air periodically.&nbsp; One hand found her breasts again, and twirled each ud in his fingers, though he could not resist eventually pulling her down for a long and deep kiss, as his hips moved beneath her, and the water splashed against the walls of the tub.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>18-10-2005, 19:40:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her legs parted wider, loosing their grip around his waist and allowing the deep penetration, filling her to absolute completeness and pulling the deepest and most primal groan from her yet.&nbsp; She rode with him, more enthusiastic now as her feet found purchase to help with the rise and fall.&nbsp; Her lips were tight as she felt her orgasm building, and as his fingers teased her nipples it exploded through her, faster and deeper than she expected, causing her legs to stop their pumping, her eyes to widen, her mouth open, and ride his thrusts through the powerful surge of pleasure.&nbsp; As it passed, she let herself be pulled down into his kiss, fierce with lips and tongue again as she felt another wave building.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>19-10-2005, 16:38:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Rose..."&nbsp; Erasmus groaned her name the same way she had groaned 'Oh God'.&nbsp; Her climax vibrated through the sheath that gripped him so well and hard, and the ripples made him shiver.&nbsp; He continued to move into her, feeling her bearing down aronud him as he did, and the way her body clenched again as she began to build towards another.&nbsp; He gasped between their kisses, his hands tightening on her rump, as the splashed and made the water turn into a miniature sea of waves.&nbsp; He plunged deeply into her, pressing her close by her bottom, and moving from her lips to her breasts and back again.&nbsp; He seemed to swell inside of her, as he came closer to his own release, groaning into their kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>19-10-2005, 16:49:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt him deep inside of her, as her own walls quivered and pulsed with her orgasm.&nbsp; She leaned back again as he moved his mouth back to her breasts.&nbsp; Once again his lips on her sensitive nipples helped propel her towards the brink.&nbsp; "Oh... Yes yes yes." She sensed his need, and wanted to make it happen for him, leaning back in and increasing the speed of their motion, wanting to feel him move within her enjoying the electric brushing of the upper side of his manhood against her nub, the deep feeling of him plunging within her and pulling back again.&nbsp; It absorbed her reality and made her want nothing more than to feel his release within her to fill some primary need.&nbsp; Her small breasts bounced in the air, their tips red with her arousal and his teasing, her hair wild about her face, her long lean thighs pumping their shared rhythm as her bottom splashed in and out of the water.&nbsp; Her eyes locked on his, and there was no hesitation in them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>19-10-2005, 17:02:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sight of her breasts shimmering in the monlight, the way they bounced and the way her peaks tasted, the way her hair shimmered and was flung about, the splash caused as she moved over him, and the way she felt under his hands.&nbsp; Erasmus began to squeeze her bottom, pullingher down tight, grinding into her deeply now, feeling her shiver as he ran the upper side of his length against her nub over and over again.&nbsp; He filled her with every motion, and was moving rapidly to his own release, as he delved into her, his sex reaching for her center.&nbsp; His lips lowered to her breasts again, knowing it would help her come closer to her own, knowing that her next spasm would be his last.&nbsp; His hands left her bottom, leaving her to drive against him, and gathered her breasts together between them.&nbsp; His tongue flicked out, as he groaned a bit still, and managed to tease her buds...then he suckled one hard, his teeth rubbing across it, as he was forced to grasp her bottom again with one hand, his body tensing as she brought him still closer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>19-10-2005, 17:30:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose started a high moan, almost a pleased whimper, as his tongue danced over her nipples, and he could feel her clench around him, increasing her tightness on him.&nbsp; And she he sucked hard upon it she cried out incoherently and the new orgasm came through her, making her tighter and tighter around him as she barely managed to keep rocking on him, so intent in her own pleasure that it became hard to keep any sort of rhythm except through an almost thrashing pumping on top of him, guided by his hands on her firm rear.&nbsp; Her eyes closed to half-lids with the feeling, her energy high but fading faster, waves upon waves washing through her, the orgasm seeming to stretch out into many wavelets.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>19-10-2005, 17:49:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus whispered her name again, the word becoming almost a prayer, as his voice seemed to crack at the end and he groaned around her nipple, before releasing it and tossing his head back as she spasmed around her.&nbsp; He looked to see her eyes go hooded, and the sweet expressio on her face as she moved gainst him.&nbsp; When she clenched, he gasped, and slide through it to the hilt, holding her close, their hips grinding togther as she tightly clung to his sex, squeezing away the last of his resistance and granting him the bliss of release.&nbsp; Erasmus climaxed, and she could feel him swell for a moment, as his muscles tensed, and then suddenly relax as his member pulsated within her.&nbsp; Ropes of life uncoiled within her, splashing hotly inside of her, as he held her to him.&nbsp; HE sighed raggedly, and let his head fall against her heaving chest, idly tracing her aureolae with a finger, as his body spasmed continuiusly for a moment, and then slowly calmeed down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>19-10-2005, 19:05:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She leaned into him, enjoying the feel of him inside of her, and the feeling of his last spurting pulses.&nbsp; The idle circling on her breast was now a little trickle of pleasant energy as the orgasm slowly faded.&nbsp; She looked into his eyes, her demeanor shifting from the sexual heights to the simpler, quieter Rose.&nbsp; "Wow..." she almost whispered "that was amazing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>19-10-2005, 19:22:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus made no move to depart from her.&nbsp; Instead, he relaxed into the hot tub, letting her join him, as he circled his arms about her and drew her close, trying to catch his breath.&nbsp; He did not want to leave her, as he clinging heat was far preferable to that of the tub, and he was still hard for the moment, still twitching slightly.&nbsp; He sighed against her chest, still drawing idle circles, his hand occasionally squeezing her bottom.&nbsp; He nodded, his hair tickling her, as he agreed with her sentiments.<br><br>"Rose...yes, that was an unexpected pleasure and surprise." Playfully, he clenched his muscles, so she could feel him move inside of her. "I think we'll need to relax here for awhile..." he lifted his head from her bosom, and kissed her sweetly, deeply, lingeringly, his tongue once again reaching for hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>19-10-2005, 20:56:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She lay there against him, feeling him soften inside of her, her hand rising to run over his chest.&nbsp; After a moment, she lifted herself off of him so his manhood could slip into the warm waters and she should slip to the bench beside him, shrugging herself in to be under his arm and laying her head against his shoulder and chest.&nbsp; Her hand idly toyed with his nipple, while she spoke softly "So.&nbsp; Is this how you get to know all of your researching students.&nbsp; I'd heard rumors, but I really didn't expect to find myself here like this."&nbsp; Her voice is quiet, and a bit playful, but there is a vulnerable undertone to it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>19-10-2005, 21:24:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus held her against him gently, letting her bask in the tub, just as he intended to do for a little while.&nbsp; He smiled as she toyed with his nipple, and he felt it tighten under her touch.&nbsp; He kissed and nuzzled her as he spoke,the hot tub making his words sound almost slow and lazy.&nbsp; "Not all of them, Rose...just some of the more...special ones.&nbsp; But never before like this."&nbsp; He kissed her neck behind her ear, nibbled her earlobe, "There is some truth to the rumor, but I am no University Lothario...I just appreciate fine minds in fine bodies...and have been an assistant.&nbsp; A University is like a small town...word spreads, and it becomes like a game of telephone."<br><br>He kissed her properly now, slowly, taking his time, a tender kiss for their after glow. "I did not plan on things going this far with us, Rose...but I am glad that they did, and I hop that you are as well..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>19-10-2005, 22:33:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She leans her head to encourage the nibbling, and returned his kiss with tenderness and lightness, so different from the passion of the fierce kiss she gave in mid-coitus.&nbsp; She smiles at his words, that quiet guileless smile from before all of her clothes were spread across his garden. "I'm glad too." she says, but there is the hint of hesitation there. "Were you an assistant who did things like this with your professor?" Her voice is a bit playful or teasing in disbelief as she looks up into his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>19-10-2005, 22:49:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus chuckled, and kissed her again, enjoying her soft lips and body against his. "My Mother was aq free spirit, to say the lease...I was introduced to my first sensual experience quite young..." He nuzzled her again, before meeting her eyes. "So yes, I had flings with Professors of mine...one of them was an older woman that bright me into the literature fold...before that, I was a writing major..." he smiled, and kissed the tip of her nose. "I still write...but not quite as journalistically..."<br><br>He pulled her gently atop his lap, settling into a lower seat so they could both stay warm and cozy, and held her close, simply being comfortable with her in his arms. "What did you expect from tonight, Rose?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>20-10-2005, 14:06:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shrugs, curling into him slightly.&nbsp; "I don't know".&nbsp; She smiles at him.&nbsp; "I knew your reputation, so I guess I thought you might make a pass at me or something, but nothing like this." She laughs lightly, almost a giggle. "But I guess I thought I might actually spend more time working on an assignment than snuggling in a hot tub." She looks up at him again. "You do really want to do what Shakespeare work, don't you? Or was that all a ruse?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>20-10-2005, 17:09:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus nodded, "Of course I do...and I also truly respect your intelligence...you showed an interest and a thoughtfulness I did not expect on the first day.&nbsp; So, go Rose!" He grinned, "I didn't quite expect us to wind up in here either...eventually, sure...there's only so much work we can do in an evening, and only so much Shakespearean linguistics a brain can handle..." He nuzzled her neck, and nibbled and earlob again, one hand rising to fondle a breast, his thumb idly teasing the bud. "The snuggling is a happy surrpise though..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>20-10-2005, 17:55:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked down from his eyes.&nbsp; If the words were idle flattery, they seemed to have their intended purpose, at least to a simple girl such as Rose.&nbsp; As he nuzzled her, his thumb on her nipple, the softened bud began to slowly stiffen again, until her hand rose to gently brush his aside.&nbsp; She pulled slightly away, holding his hand in hers.&nbsp; She looked into his eyes.&nbsp; "But why me?&nbsp; I'm not as pretty as other girls in our class, and there are a lot prettier ones in the school.&nbsp; I mean, and I'm not a virgin but I don't..." she trailed off a bit.&nbsp; "How many girls do you lure back here anyway?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>20-10-2005, 18:18:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus brought her hand to his lips, his face earnest, "But Rose, you are as beautiful as any of them...you've a body that poet's could write about, and hair that has been described in fiction...you are very pretty.&nbsp; You also are far too modest...just because the other girls display themselves, doesn't mean that is all I see." He nuzzled her again, drawng her near, "And you caught my eye, and captured my mind with your wit...you have an opinion, which is more than many can say, Rose."<br><br>He sighed, "I do not lure...I ask...and not that many...or at least, not as many as people seem to think.&nbsp; Don't get me wrong, Rose...I like women, but I prefer to pass the time with one good one, rather than many flings..." Erasmus met her gaze, "Will you still be working with me?&nbsp; As well as...spending time with me when the work is done?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>20-10-2005, 19:13:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1851.msg64137#msg64137">Quote from: Corwin on 20-10-2005, 18:18:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Erasmus brought her hand to his lips, his face earnest, "But Rose, you are as beautiful as any of them...you've a body that poet's could write about, and hair that has been described in fiction...you are very pretty. You also are far too modest...just because the other girls display themselves, doesn't mean that is all I see." He nuzzled her again, drawng her near, "And you caught my eye, and captured my mind with your wit...you have an opinion, which is more than many can say, Rose."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Rose lets him nuzzle after his first words, but it feels a bit distant rather than the more compliant feeling of before.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1851.msg64137#msg64137">Quote from: Corwin on 20-10-2005, 18:18:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He sighed, "I do not lure...I ask...and not that many...or at least, not as many as people seem to think. Don't get me wrong, Rose...I like women, but I prefer to pass the time with one good one, rather than many flings..." Erasmus met her gaze, "Will you still be working with me? As well as...spending time with me when the work is done?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She seems to take those last words more seriously, and she finds herself drawn into his eyes, not quite as captivated as before, but certainly hooked on some emotional level.&nbsp; She smiles, her smile simple and a bit shy again, "Yes.&nbsp; Yes, I'd like that.&nbsp; Both of those things."&nbsp; She blushes a bit, thinking for a moment of their passion of a few moments before.&nbsp; "Maybe I should go for now, though."&nbsp; She starts to rise from the hot tub and his embrace.&nbsp; "Should I come by after the next class?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>21-10-2005, 16:03:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus rose with her, and pulled her into a final kiss.&nbsp; It was as deep as it was long, and his hands rested firmly on the small of her back, and her bottom, pullingher close.&nbsp; When they parted, he stepped back, and sighed as he regarded her nude and wet form. "There's towels right there in the built in cabinet on the side opposite the stereo..."&nbsp; He reached over, and grabbed one for her, as she climbed up and out of the tub.&nbsp; It was big, fluffy, and light blue in color. "I can't say I won't miss you, Rose..."<br><br>He smiled, grabbed a towel for himself, and clambered out after her. "Yes, I'd like you to come by tomorrow...I'll pass you a note in class with more...specifics." Erasmis smiled, and wrapped the towel about his shoulders like&nbsp; cape, kneeling to help her gather her clothes and his, and then giving her a quick kiss. "It'll be warmer to dress inside..." One hand holding his a handful of clothes, he takes her hand in his other, and leads her back to the stairs to the porch and the kitchen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>21-10-2005, 17:22:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose softly gave herself into the kiss, her responsiveness showing that if she had any worries, it wasn't that she wasn't enjoying it.&nbsp; She smiled and his instructions, and wrapped herself in a towel a bit more conventionally - the top edge just over the fullness of her breasts with the bottom edge across the middle of her thighs.&nbsp; She also grabbed a second towel that she used to dry her hair and face.&nbsp; She gathered her clothes, though she missed the green panties which had been tossed aside - whether through simply not noticing or from intent it was impossible to tell, though it was rather off to the side and in the dimly lit shadows.<br><br>(OOC: perhaps Erasmus will find them tomorrow morning, on or off camera as you like)<br><br>She followed him up to the porch, smiling as she looked over the romantically lit garden.&nbsp; She did like it here, and she did like him, and she had a rather pleasant lingering feeling in her sex - a bit sore from his impressive manhood, but a good sore.&nbsp; It made her smile again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>21-10-2005, 20:17:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus led her into the house, and to&nbsp; the bathroom he had just been in earlier.&nbsp; He kissed her again, deeply, before slipping into his jeans.&nbsp; "You get dressed, I'll go clean upi from the meal..."&nbsp; He started to walk away, but came back for another kiss, and a brief, but playful, fondle.&nbsp; He sighed regretfully as he walked away, slipping into his t-shirt, and puttingt he towel around his shoulders.&nbsp; Erasmus began to him a pleasant song, smiling as he went.<br><br>He did as he had said he would, going into the kitchen to gather dishes and glasses, and to serve himself another bowl of the stew.&nbsp; Erasmus was hungry again, which did not surprise him.&nbsp; He cleaned up, and waited for Rose to appear, so he could walk her to the door, when she did, he asked, "Would you like a ride to the dorm?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>21-10-2005, 21:53:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose finished drying her hair, then unwrapped the towel from her body and dried herself off.&nbsp; She paused there for a moment, looking at her nude reflection in the bathroom mirror.&nbsp; The thought <em>"I don't look too bad naked"</em> flitted across her mind briefly, a silly happy grin crossing her face as she thought of Erasmus's lips and tongue nuzzling her sex.&nbsp; She ran her hand over the curls on her mons, then briefly held her breasts in her hands.&nbsp; With a last grin to herself, she quickly pulled on her skirt, top, and shoes.&nbsp; She realized she was missing her panties then, but with a brief wicked impulse decided not to worry about them.<br><br>She stepped out of the bathroom, retrieved her back from beside the chair, and walked back to the kitchen.&nbsp; She refused his offer of a ride with a small smile, "No, the evening is nice and I think I could use the walk to dry off more before I get back to my room."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>24-10-2005, 19:19:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus smiled brightly at Rose, and gave her a soft goodnight kiss, "Be careful then...its after dark..." he handed her a card, "Call me if you change your mind about the ride..."<br><br>He slipped an arm about her waist and walked her to the door.&nbsp; He gave her a final kiss, "See you tomorrow, Rose...and bring your appetite." Erasmus grinned and open the doors for her, "Oh, and here, you don't have to call me 'Doctor Cullen', though I do admit to a bit of a perverse shiver when you called me that in the hot tub..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>24-10-2005, 22:14:24</strong>
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				She glanced at the card, then tucked it away.&nbsp; "Sure... Erasmus then?" She seemed uncertain on how to pronounce the name, going with "Eh-raz-mus".<br><br>She waved back at him as she opened the gate, the started striding confidently up the sidewalk, already thinking about what the next day might bring...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>25-10-2005, 16:08:29</strong>
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				Erasmus nodded at her pronunciation of hs name, smiling, "That, or 'Raz', but from you either will me fine."<br><br>He watched her walk away into the inght, her head held high, and her natural grace drawing his eyes to the sway of her hips.&nbsp; Erasmus sighed.&nbsp; She had proven to be more than he expected, much more, and fantastically enjoyable.&nbsp; Rose was good company, and eager to please and be pleased in other departments.&nbsp; Tomorrow would be an interesting day.&nbsp; He felt tht he might have sparked something in the woman, and he was eager to see what she blossomed into.<br><br>Erasmus went out back to shut everything down for the night, and found Rose's simple cotton panties.&nbsp; Smiling, he knelt to pick them up, and felt a stirring in him as she did so.&nbsp; Briefly, he wondered if she left them on purpose, or by accident, either way, he had a reminder of their evening together.&nbsp; He looked about, and as he mounted the stairs, and caught Rose's scent from the scrap of cotton in his hand.&nbsp; He sighed, and moved into the house, putting the left over stew in ihs fridge, and leaving some dishes for the morning.&nbsp; Lights winked out as he moved from room to room, and went upstairs...to sleep...alone.<br><br>Tomorrow was a new day...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>25-10-2005, 17:30:26</strong>
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				Rose ducked past roomates and into the shower easily enough.&nbsp; She often went for a swim at the end of the day, so they'd probably buy that as an excuse anyway.&nbsp; She reminded herself to pack her one-piece swimsuit in her bag in the future to help with that excuse.&nbsp; The hot water over her felt good.&nbsp; As she washed herself, a little of Erasmus's cum slid down her leg.&nbsp; She smiled at that, glad that she had stayed on the pill even after her last heavy relationship ended.<br><br>As she went to bed that night, she could still feel a bit the effects of their lovemaking deep within her.&nbsp; It was a pleasant soreness.<br><br>It wasn't be until Thursday that she was in his class again, and she found herself looking more and more towards his class.&nbsp; When it came time, she debated what to wear, and decided to keep things simple for class.&nbsp; She pulled on jeans and a t-shirt from her intramural frisbee team, both tight but not skin-tight.&nbsp; Her own little secret for herself was the red thong panties she wore underneath the jeans, though she just wore a simple white t-shirt bra on top.<br><br>She went on to class, ready to give the Professor a secret little smile just for the two of them, but otherwise trying not to do anything that would make anyone else know of their newfound connection.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>26-10-2005, 16:41:00</strong>
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				Erasmus had prepared for that class most of the week, and made certain he would have no office appointments after the lecture.&nbsp; He brought in several boards of Victorian style artwork of the era, depicting various scenes similar to those mentioned or described in <em>Dorian Gray</em>.&nbsp; He even brought in a DVD he made of various clips of Dorian Gray, as he appeared in various films throughout the years...including his latest, if mildly flawed, depiction in the film League of Extraordinary Gentleman.&nbsp; On the board was a list of literary appearances, including comic books, as well as a list of Oscar Wilde's other works.&nbsp; He smiled as everyone entered, and lingered on Rose a beat longer than the rest.<br><br>He saw her quiet secret smile, and she saw that it brightened his, just before he turned to gather some materials he meant to hand out. "Hello Again, everyone...I hope you all did the reading...there wasn't much to it..." Erasmus eyed everyone, and then rolled the TV cart forward. "First I'm going to show you a few Victorian era scenes, pulled from several well done period films..."<br><br>As it played, Erasmus handed out his study materials, which included some nice color scans and a set of questions he wanted answered in each student's personal opinion of the materials.&nbsp; All of the questions were thoughtful, with more than one asking the student to interpret the sexuality or lack there of, perceived in given scenes within the text.&nbsp; Only Rose got&nbsp; a seperate set of instructions...<br><br><div align="center"><em>Hello Sweet Rose,<br><br>I have been looking forward to seeing you again.&nbsp; Tonight, we will have only a little bit of cataloguing to do, and then our time is our own.&nbsp; <br>I spent much of my week clearing our evening.&nbsp; After class, I would like you to go to your room, and change into something...provocative.&nbsp; <br>A mini-skirt, something easily removable beneath, and heels...I leave the rest to your taste and discretion, both of which are fine by me.&nbsp; <br>One more thing, Rose...when you change, open your curtains, and look across the small parking lot...<br>I will be waiting, and watching...When you are done, walk behind the library, a taxi will be waiting to bring you to my place...<br>save you a walk in those heels.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>See you soon, Raz</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>27-10-2005, 14:05:08</strong>
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				Rose smiled as she read the note, her mind running through the possibiliites, her heartbeat quickening, and a warming deep within her.&nbsp; <em>He wants me to change in front of an open window?</em>.&nbsp; She shot a quick look up at him, then quickly folded the note away and looked to her notes.<br><br>She was relatively quiet in the class, sometimes finding herself catching his eye and feeling the tingle of anticipation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>27-10-2005, 19:30:22</strong>
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				Erasmus' lectures, at least, are never boring.&nbsp; He encouraged everyone to comment on what they were seeing, never taking showing any signs of annoyance at anyone that talked during the films, so long as it was about the book, or what they seeing and discussing.&nbsp; As he moved about the room, he past casually by Rose's desk, edging behind her seat, and in front of the desk behind her.&nbsp; The fingertips of his hand, hidden by her body, ran across her shoulders, tickling the nape of her neck, before he had passed one.&nbsp; As he lectured and talked, he moved, to talk to the students as ideas occured tothem, he managed to touch Rose again, this time, and almost accidental carss of the side of her breast, so light, it was diffciult for even Rose to determine whether or not it had been done on purpose.<br><br>But every now and again, right up into the end of class; certain smiles were just for her, certain heated looks while everyone's attention was elsewhere...all her own.<br><br>He sat behind his desk as class ended, answering questions, and accepting any paperwork the students had for him.&nbsp; Erasmus smiled as everyone departed, his eyes lingering on Rose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>27-10-2005, 20:38:56</strong>
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				Rose had to smile at the way his touch teased her, but kept herself sitting entirely straight and normal.<br>She actually stood to leave immediately at the beginning of class, wanting to make sure she could get back to her room before her roommates.&nbsp; With any luck, they'd dally and chat as normal or go hang out somewhere else.&nbsp; They didn't like being cooped up in the room any more than she did with these pleasant end-of-summer days.&nbsp; As she passed Erasmus on the way out, she merely said "Thank you, Doctor Cullen", with a slight emphasis on the title and a turn of a smile.<br><br>Her long legs carried her home while her mind raced through her outfits.&nbsp; She quickly dumped her bag on the floor of her room, and ducked into the shower.&nbsp; When she re-emerged, she had a white towel wrapped about her head and her body.&nbsp; She closed the door to her room and stood for a moment, staring at the window across from her.&nbsp; It was still light out, so an undraped window wouldn't be a total beacon to everyone who might be out there.&nbsp; Just to one person, who knew what to look for.<br><br>She crossed the window, took a deep breath, and drew the shades apart.&nbsp; She looked out to the parking lot and the buildings nearby.&nbsp; What kind of car would Erasmus likely drive?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>27-10-2005, 20:55:13</strong>
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				Erasmus followed the last student out, still smiling from the way Rose had spoken to him on her way out.&nbsp; He was eager to get to where he needed to be, eager to see if she followed his instructions.&nbsp; The young Professor, but older man, found his new paramour extremely arousing.&nbsp; She was a combination of lust and innoncene and intelligence that he found fascinating.&nbsp; Erasmus had wondered all week what he would ask her to do, what he thought she might be willing to do to please him and titilate herself.&nbsp; She had not looked scandalized at his instructions, and so he was encouraged by that, at least.<br><br>He hopped into his car, a Honda Element in black and silver.&nbsp; He drove around to Rose's dorm, having to make a wide half-circle with the flow of campus traffic, and parked in the lot below her building.&nbsp; Erasmus had identified her window earlier in th week, by simply asking which room she was in, the number gave away the side of the building and the window, as well as the floor...so it was as easy as looking her up in the University computer system.&nbsp; Erasmus waited until he was sure she spotted him, letting her see his smile, as he walked away to the building across from her dorm...the old Library, now mostly a warehouse for books that hadn't yet been moved into the new Library.<br><br>About three minutes after she saw him disappear into the building, she saw a window across the way, almost directly, open to reveal the Doctor.&nbsp; He smiled again, and showed her that he held small binoculars.&nbsp; Erasmus Cullen settled in to watch the show, hoping she would enjoy herself as much as he intended to.&nbsp; With any luck, if this light kept up, he could play her performance back for her. "Go on, Rose...show me..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>27-10-2005, 21:27:18</strong>
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				<em>Binoculars?</em> her heart jumped.&nbsp; Now it seemed even more real.&nbsp; She smiled at him.&nbsp; If she thought he was able to record as well, she might have been even more jumpy.<br><br>She bent over towards the window, and unwrapped the towel from around her red curls, letting them cascade over her head and towards the floor.&nbsp; She ran her fingers through them and rubbed with the towel, drying them and separating out the strands.&nbsp; Then she whipped her head back, allowing them to fall into place.&nbsp; Resisting the temptation to look out where he was, she simply hung the towel on a chair and stepped away.<br><br>She turned her back to the window and unfastened the towel from being tucked about her breasts.&nbsp; She finished drying herself off, keeping her back to the window, hoping it would tease him.&nbsp; The towel never even exposed her bottom until she was done.&nbsp; Then she tossed the towel aside, and looked back over her should towards where he was, one hand covering the breast that was turned towards him.&nbsp; She smiled at his distant image, her heat beating with excitement.<br><br>She reached over to her bed and picked up a red bra, still keeping the turned breast covered.&nbsp; With her back to him, she put it on.&nbsp; It was a small, cute bra providing plenty of coverage for her B-cup breasts with a little bit of boosting and pushing together to give her more cleveage than she had naturally.&nbsp; She lowered one hand to cover her sex, then turned around to the window to let him see it on her.<br><br>The she turned away again and picked up a matching red thong.&nbsp; Still facing away, she stepped into it and adjusted it into place between her firm, slender buttocks.&nbsp; She turned back to the window again.&nbsp; It wasn't terribly small in the front, just big enough to cover the copper curls over her mons and sex.<br><br>She ran one hand over her right breast, the other over her sex.&nbsp; She was getting all tingly and damp just facing into the seemingly empty window, even as her heart raced.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>27-10-2005, 21:55:20</strong>
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				Erasmus had never been so glued to a pair of binoculars before, and he had played the voyeur more than once or twice in his past.&nbsp; He saw her smile, and smiled in return.&nbsp; Eagerly watched her dry her hair, and flip her hed back, enjoying how she moved, and the curves that he could see.&nbsp; He felt his cheeks blush, and his heat rise, and the stirring of his manhood as the show continued.&nbsp; She was very good at this, and he wondered if she was as excited as he now was.&nbsp; He loved how she teased him, showing him only pieces ofher self, covering her most delectable parts...making it so that the outside curve and swell of her bosom was as exciting to see as the entire breast itself.&nbsp; <br><br>He could see her skin flush as she put on her red bra, approving of the color choice, by unconsciously rubbing his center, and bitin his lip.&nbsp; When she turned to show him, he almost groaned at how good she looked, how utterly wanton and sexy.&nbsp; He smiled, and let her see him touching himself.&nbsp; Letting her know that she is definitely turning him on.&nbsp; He sighed as she turned away again, biting his lip once more.&nbsp; He was wondering if he would change his plans, and simply drag her up to his bedroom when she got there.<br><br>Erasmus did actually groan when she slipped into her thong, and settled the slim but of fabric between her cheeks.&nbsp; He wanted to leap across the distance to touch her, and instead, without thinking about it, found himself almost grinding against the window sill.&nbsp; When she turned to give him a full view of her intimate clothing, he sighed deeply, and once more let her see him adjusting how his pants fit around what was rapidly becoming an intense erection.<br><br>Then she started touching herself, and Erasmus had to grip the window frame, to keep from running out of his building and into hers.&nbsp; He took a deep breath, and resettled the binoculars over his eyes.&nbsp; Then he had a notion, and pulled out his cell phone.&nbsp; He dialed her room, smiling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>27-10-2005, 22:01:32</strong>
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				When the phone rang, Rose jumped, both figuratively and literally.&nbsp; Without the aid of binos herself, she really wasn't able to see much of Erasmus, and perhaps that was part of the thrill.<br><br>She took a deep breath, composed herself, and picked up the cordless phone from its cradle.&nbsp; Trying to sound normal, she said a simple "Hello?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>27-10-2005, 22:39:11</strong>
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				"Just me, Love..." It was Erasmus' voice, pitched low, and full of heat. "I couldn't resist a call...you look lovely...the things you do to me..." He left it at that, but she heard a faint groan, a familiar sound to her now. "You'll need your hands free, Rose...please go on..."<br><br>The last words were almost pleading, and ended with a deep sigh.&nbsp; Erasmus raised the binoculars again, and hung up the phone, waiting to see what she did next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>27-10-2005, 22:57:16</strong>
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				She smiled.&nbsp; She had never felt like she had so much power over a man before.&nbsp; She hung up the phone and mimed blowing a kiss out the window.<br><br>She bent over at the waist to pick up her heels, intentionally turning her backside full towards the window, showing him her tight bottom with the thin red line of the thong running between.&nbsp; She held up the pair of heels, also red.&nbsp; They were strappy and slender, but only a fairly reasonable 3" heel.&nbsp; She turned to give him a profile view, then bent over and put them on.&nbsp; She straightened up, smiled, and walked towards the window in nothing but her bra, thong, and heels.&nbsp; Then she turned and walked away from the window, like she was on a catwalk.<br><br>She blew him a kiss again and picked up her blouse next.&nbsp; It was a shiny red material, with three-quarter sleeves and fitted sides.&nbsp; She pulled it on, buttoning it slowly from a few buttons shy of the top down to just over her crotch.&nbsp; She smoothed it down, running her hands down her sides, then picked up the last piece - her black skirt.<br><br>It was a black pleated skirt, cut to add the illusion of more curves on her hips, and falling to mid thigh.&nbsp; She carefully put one heeled foot in, then the other, then pulled it up.&nbsp; The edge of the blouse hung just over the top of the skirt.&nbsp; She spun, and the hem rose to reveal more of her thighs, though not all of the way up.&nbsp; She turned her back to the window, and flipped up the back to briefly flash her bottom and the thong.<br><br>She picked up a small black purse, blew another kiss to the window, and headed to her rendezvous with the cab.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>01-11-2005, 21:04:04</strong>
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				Erasmus sighed as she bent over and smiled, Rose was terribly sexy, enjoying her feminity...and her power for the moment.&nbsp; His pants remaind distinctly tight across his center, as her show continued to affect him.&nbsp; He was pleased to see this side of her, and to know that she enjoyed following his directions.&nbsp; He licked his lips as he watched her put on her heels, exploring her bottom and profil with hungry eyes.<br><br>He approved of evey choice she made, groaning as she moved, smiling as she walked toward the window in nothing bu lingerie and heels.&nbsp; He, again, felt a need to go over there and grab hold of her, and had to beat it down.&nbsp; He watched her slither into her blouse, and wiggle into her skirt.&nbsp; And when she spun, he once again ribbed a hand over himelf.&nbsp; Erasmus sighed as she blew him a kiss, and then turned away as she left to meet the cab he had arranged.<br><br>It was time to run down to his car, and do his best to beat her home.&nbsp; he wondered if her would have the strength of will to continue with the evening as planned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>02-11-2005, 01:02:56</strong>
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				Rose was much more subdued in attitude as she approached the cab.&nbsp; It was one thing to perform for Erasmus, another to be sexy in front of a cab driver she knew nothing about.&nbsp; Her usual long strides didn't work as well with heels, and she had to slow and and be a bit more careful.<br><br>She walked up to the cab, opened the door, and slid in remembering to keep her legs together.<br>"Hi.&nbsp; Uh, do you know where we're going already?"&nbsp; She fumbled for a moment until she pulled out the scrap of paper that had Erasmus' address on it in case they driver hadn't been told ahead of time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>03-11-2005, 18:52:20</strong>
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				The cabbie seemed to know where he was going, though he took the little note to verify it.&nbsp; He checked her out in his rearview, sighed, and got the car rolling. "Yep.&nbsp; The fella that called it in gave this address..."<br><br>he drove without hurry, though he took the most direct route.&nbsp; When he arrived in front of Erasmus house, he stopped the taxi in front of the gate, and politely said, "Here we are, Miss..."<br><br>When Rose moved to the gate, she noticed the flower petals right away, a mix of red rose and white roses, leading down the walkway, up the steps, and right to the front door of Cullen's House.&nbsp; On the door is a note with a smile drawn on it; <em>Come on in, Rose.&nbsp; I'm getting ready.</em>&nbsp; His car was in the small driveway, but he likely had nto been here very long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>03-11-2005, 19:06:03</strong>
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				She opened the door and walked in, her eyes immediately going to the bathroom where she had seen him before.&nbsp; Unlike last time, she looked with anticipation.&nbsp; She straightened her back as she walked, trying to look as put-together and confident as she could.&nbsp; All the while her heart was beating, and she could feel her body still tingle and thrill at the unknown of what might happen.&nbsp; Her skirt swayed slightly on her hips as she walked, which was something she liked about it.&nbsp; She didn't like the tight, restrictive feel of stretch minis, and the pleated skirt felt naughtier somehow, at least in this context.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>03-11-2005, 20:14:54</strong>
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				The trail of petals led up stairs, though the shower had clearly been in use, by the faint hint of steam on the windows. The wet outline of drying foot prints apprent on a step or three.&nbsp; SHe heard movement on the floor above, like the Doctor was getting dressed or about to do so.&nbsp; Light music was playing, something by something by Ray Charles at a guess, and the Professor was quietly singing along.&nbsp; He seemed unware that his lady had arrived.<br><br>At the top of the stairs, is a short hallway, leading to what appeared to be another half-bathroom, and two large bedrooms.&nbsp; The door to the largest room was open, and Doctor Cullen was towelling himself dry, utterly nude, but looking flushed.&nbsp; His manhood showed signs of a recent or waning erection, and there was a smallish flatscreen TV, setup on a chest of drawers at the foot of his bed.&nbsp; Attched to the TV by a cable was the binoculars he must have been using earlier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>03-11-2005, 20:50:17</strong>
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				Rose's heels clicked on the floor.&nbsp; She had a broad smile on her face, and she reached out to knock on the frame of his bedroom.<br>"And hello there."&nbsp; Her eyes were on him, giving him a little raise of the eyebrow as he looked over.&nbsp; Then she saw the cable from the binos to the flatscreen, and her face suddenly shifted to surprise.&nbsp; "What that?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>06-11-2005, 16:59:08</strong>
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				Erasmus smiled, and moved over to Rose.&nbsp; He kissed her on the lips, a gentle brushing as they met, and thena&nbsp; deepening as his lips parted and coaxed hers closer.&nbsp; He took her hand and led her to the bed, where he sat and pulled her down beside him.&nbsp; The TV fuzzed for a moment, before the earliest shots of Rose's window came into view.<br><br>"You were so...irresistably gorgeous...I thought you would like to see.&nbsp; We can erase it if you like..."&nbsp; Erasmus hand caressed the top of her thigh, and it was difficult not to be aware of his nudity.&nbsp; He leaned over and nuzzled her neck, leaving a warm kiss there before rising. "Watch.&nbsp; I'll finish dressing.&nbsp; Perhaps you can help..."<br><br>He winked at her, and opened a large closet, leaving the video stream of her earlier tease playing for her to see, glancing at her for her reaction to how uninhibited and sexy she had been.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>08-11-2005, 17:02:28</strong>
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				She looked like she was about to object, but was distracted by his kiss and his touch.&nbsp; Her eyes had a bit of the spark he had seen the other night in the hot tub, if her mouth was tightened somewhat.&nbsp; She looked over at the flat screen, and seemed captivated by it, glancing over at him a few quick times as he got dressed.&nbsp; She did feel sexy looking at herself, even as she found herself criticisizing the little wobbles on the heels, and some angles that seemed unflattering.&nbsp; She turned with curiousity to see what he was selecting to wear. "So what are we doing tonight?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>10-11-2005, 20:31:43</strong>
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				Erasmus watched her watching herself with great interest.&nbsp; Likely, he would be able to get her to do that again, and possibly with the improvements she clearly wanted to make.&nbsp; He had selected a rather modern looking suit, with a fitted shirt the same color as his eyes, black slacks, and a black modern-cut blazer.&nbsp; His shoes were also black, and square-toed, stylish yet comfortable looking.&nbsp; Noticeably, he pulled on no underwear, only a pair of black socks to match the black belt with its silver buckle.<br><br>"I thought I would take you out for dinner and dancing.&nbsp; How does that strike you?" He grinned, as he continued to dress, his eyes drinking her in hungrily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>10-11-2005, 22:03:11</strong>
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				She pulled herself away from watching the loop of herself.&nbsp; Her cheeks were lightly flushed, but the blouse and bra were (for now) concealing the hard tips of her nipples. She let out a breath unconciously, and watches Erasmus finish putting on his shoes.&nbsp; "That sounds great.&nbsp; What kind of food were you thinking?"&nbsp; She tries to sound simply conversational, and calm herself down before they went out.&nbsp; Part of her wanted to pull him to the bed, but the other part wanted to spend more time with him with clothes on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>15-11-2005, 19:44:02</strong>
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				Erasmus moved towards her, a look in his eye that said his thoughts were very similar to her own.&nbsp; He either meant to take her now or at some point, or somehow devour her, he looked for hungry and predatory and needy all at once.&nbsp; He kissed her for a moment, deep and sweet, his arms circling about her waist.&nbsp; It was one of those moments where she knew that his focus was entirely on her; her lips, how her warmth felt pressed to his own, the feel of the texture of her clothes under his hands.&nbsp; All her.&nbsp; He massaged her back, and parted, peeking over her shoulder at her recorded striptease.&nbsp; He whispered in her ear, "It is all I can do to keep from tearing your clothes off...do you know that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>15-11-2005, 19:59:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She yielded into the embrace, her lips eager without the out-of-control passion of before.&nbsp; She inhaled of him to catch his scent.&nbsp; Her own perfume had a bit more musk than before, with a floral on top that could only be rose.&nbsp; She pulled away lightly after he spoke, a teasing look in her eyes.&nbsp; "Well, I'm glad to hear it Doctor Cullen."&nbsp; She spun away from him, her skirt flaring a bit to show a little more thigh, but not above.&nbsp; She looked over her shoulder at him, paused in his doorway.&nbsp; "Ready to go?"&nbsp; Her heart was beating with desire, but the feeling of teasing him and leading him was exhilirating.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>22-11-2005, 20:13:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Erasmus' scent was clean and fresh, and somehow very masculine.&nbsp; Very likely, it was the simple scent of whatever bathsoap or wash he used, and nothing else.&nbsp; His eyes followed Rose wherever she went, and he smiled as she called him 'Doctor Cullen', suddenly feeling a bit naughier than he had moments before.&nbsp; He smiled brightly as he approached her, "I am ready..."<br><br>He moved up behind her in the doorway, and gently ran his hand over the swell of her bottom. gently nudging her forward.&nbsp; "My car is out front..."<br><br>He led her by the hand to his Honda Element, opening the passenger side door for her, and standing close as she slid past him, their bodies caressing each other, before he closed the door for her as well.&nbsp; Erasmus climbed in the driver's side, and started the engine. "I hope you enjoy live music..." He pulled out of the driveway, and entered the traffic easily, smling as they went. "I was thinking Jazz, Blues...and a little creole cuisine...or the best we can get without going to New Orleans..."<br><br>His hand went to her thigh, moving the skirt up slightly, so he could draw smoothly on her thigh, doodling on her as he drove.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>22-11-2005, 20:40:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rose moved on with him, still enjoying the flirtacious feeling of power over him.&nbsp; Even though the skirt's material had a bit of heft to it, his hand could just feel the outline of the thong curving over her cheeks.<br><br>She made a show of taking his hand and letting him help her step up into the passenger seat.&nbsp; She smoothed the skirt down so that it had some modesty to it after she climbed in, but raised no objection as his hand slid up her smooth, freshly shaved and moisturized leg.<br>"Jazz and Blues sounds great.&nbsp; I don't know too much about the styles.. maybe you can teach me?"<br><br>The thrill was like a general buzz now, not the intensity of arousal that made her want to jump, but a pleasant continuing excitement.&nbsp; She reached over and teasingly ran one hand up his thigh and over the bulge of his pants, feeling the shape of him, then pulled her hand right back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cammulus</strong> on <strong>29-11-2005, 18:44:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He hisses slightly, as she ran herhand over his thigh, and the bulge that began to throb in his pants.&nbsp; Erasmus had to focus on just driving for a moment, or he would have oulled ovr and dragged her into the back.&nbsp; He licked his lips, thirsty for something other than water, and took a deep, bracing breath.&nbsp; As he drove, Erasmus could not help but steal glances at Rose.&nbsp; Sometimes his eyes would light on her lovely legs, and at other times, on her breasts and profile.&nbsp; She looked fantastic, and just the glances made images from her earlier display dance through his mind.&nbsp; His finger tips followed the line of her legs, caressing along her thigh, and other times, reaching up to gently massage her neck.<br><br>"I think you will enjoy the music...I lean more towards blues, than jazz...but so many musical styles evolved from one or the other, that people nearly forget where it all came from." He smiled winningly, his fingers drawing circles on her knee. "Like the comic book, it is a wholly American artform..."<br><br>Erasmus continued to take her in, touching her as the drove down the freeway, inhaling deeply to memorize her scent, hoping it would linger in the car, and pondeirng what he might do with her as the night went on.&nbsp; He pulled into the restaurant, a place called 'Bourbon Street', which it thankfully did not resemble.&nbsp; The architecture of the place was right out of the south, managing the trick of looking like an old plantation house, without actually being one.&nbsp; He parked the Element, and leaned over, his lips gently brushing over her cheek, "Do you realize how beautiful you look tonight?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rose and Thorn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silkcat</strong> on <strong>30-11-2005, 17:41:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She leaned her head forward and away from him, her cheeks reddening.&nbsp; While she could play at being the confident flirt, his simple words took her back to being the simple, cute, but somewhat shy girl that she was at heart.&nbsp; She looked back at him with a geniune if embarassed smile, and whispered "Thanks" perhaps quieter than she intended.&nbsp; She turned back to him, meeting his lips with a gentle kiss, her lips brushing his with a seemingly innocent promise of more.
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