When in Rome [Silverfyre & Mith]
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				Title: <strong>When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 01:59:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l70t5lpvNS1qb6qt8o1_500.jpg)</div><br><br><br><em>Just try and relax.</em> Rebecca told herself silently, brushing her hands down the front of her black pencil skirt once again as she attempted to smooth out non existent wrinkles.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Just smile and be yourself.</em> She said silently, continuing on with her own private pep talk, as the first few of her students began to trickle into class. <br><br>She smiled at them, hoping that she didn't look as nervous as she felt, wondering for the thousandth time why she had agreed to the job.&nbsp; &nbsp;The redhead was completely out of her element.&nbsp; In a foreign country, hired to teach Italian students how to speak English, while she herself only knew a smattering of Italian.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Gods...what am I doing here?</em> She thought to herself, watching as student after student filed their way into class, the room quickly filling up, the entire group staring at her in anticipation.&nbsp; <br><br>Rebecca Walker was no stranger to the teaching profession, had actually been at it for a good number of years, but she had always taught elementary school kids.&nbsp; These college age people were an entirely different kettle of fish.&nbsp; Granted she was still older than most of them at thirty two, but she imagined that she was only older than most of them by around a decade or so.&nbsp; Would she be able to teach them at all?&nbsp; <br><br>As the last of the students settled into their seats, Rebecca knew that she couldn't waste any more time.&nbsp; So with a forced smile, she faced the classroom and nodded, preparing to recite the greeting she'd memorized.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Codice categoria di buongiorno." <em>Good morning class.</em> She greeted them in Italian.&nbsp; "Il mio nome è camminatore della Rebecca e sarò il vostro professore di Inglese." <em>My name is Rebecca Walker, and I will be your English teacher.</em> <br><br>She paused for several moments, praying that she hadn't messed up the speech too badly.&nbsp; "Do any of you speak English?"&nbsp; The leggy redhead asked curiously, wondering and praying that some of them had a basic grasp of the language as it would help things go so much more smoothly.&nbsp; If not, she was definitely going to have her work cut out for herself.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 02:49:28</strong>
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				(http://www.prettyyoungmen.com/photographs/Italian-Young-Man-Angelo.jpg)<br><br>Nicolaus Giovanni was late for class, as was to be expected of a young college student who didn't bother to wear a watch.&nbsp; He rushed down the antiquated stone corridor of the college, his dark hair plastered against his forehead and shrouding his midnight black eyes as he nearly ran into a wall.&nbsp; He cursed quietly under his labored breath, calling himself a bastardo for his own stupidity in forgetting that he had a class to attend to.&nbsp; At the young age of twenty-one, Nicolaus had a great deal to learn about being punctual and on time, but he had lost himself in one of his other passions: women.<br><br>The girl had stumbled out of his dorm room the same time he was supposed to be in the classroom, listening to some American exchange professor go on and on about their "superior language".&nbsp; He thought the very idea of learning such a foreign tongue was pointless, what could he do with it here in the heart of Italy, his homeland, that he couldn't do in any other part of the country?&nbsp; Sighing heavily, he brushed his hair out of his face, straightened his rumpled leather jacket and t-shirt, before opening the door and finding himself face to face with the lecturing Rebecca.<br><br>He made his way to his seat while muttering some halfhearted apology, his dark eyes gazing downward as his heart thundered in his chest.&nbsp; Finding his seat, he slumped into it and started to gawk at the red tressed American.&nbsp; He had been expecting a female professor but not one this beautiful.&nbsp; His dark eyes flitted up her stockinged legs and up her freckled arms and then back down. Maybe this class wasn't going to be a waste after all....
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 00:45:04</strong>
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				Rebecca squeaked softly in alarm as she turned around, not expecting to have her nose nearly buried in the chest of a rather handsome young Italian man.&nbsp; Her green eyes grew wide with alarm as he forward momentum nearly had her bumping into him headlong before he managed to side step the collision.&nbsp; She reached out a hand to brace herself against the desk, more to steady herself and her nerves more than anything.&nbsp; What a way to make a first impression....running headlong into a student on her first day.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking a deep breath, she turned around to face the class once again, plastering yet another smile on her face.&nbsp; "Now then....let's start with your names shall we?"&nbsp; Pointing to the young woman next to Nicolaus.&nbsp; "Che cosa è il vostro nome?"&nbsp; She asked in Italian first, and then in English.&nbsp; "What is your name?"&nbsp; <br><br>"Il mio nome è Sophia."&nbsp; The young brunette replied with a smile.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now in English."&nbsp; Rebecca urged her gently.&nbsp; "My name is Sophia."&nbsp; <br><br>Sophia glanced around sheepishly, fidgeting in her seat slightly and cleared her throat.&nbsp; "My....name....esssss Sophia."&nbsp; The English words came out with a very thick Italian accent, but perfectly understandable.&nbsp; <br><br>"Very good!"&nbsp; Rebecca said with a wide grin, clapping her hands in congratulations.&nbsp; Her green eyes settled on Nicolaus next.&nbsp; "What is your name?"&nbsp; She asked in English, cocking her head to the side slightly as she watched him, waiting to see how he would answer.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 02:36:32</strong>
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				Great.&nbsp; She was singling him out and it did not bode well with the young Italian student.&nbsp; Sighing a bit, feeling the color creep into his dusky cheeks, Nicolaus muttered in Italian, almost too low for anyone else save Rebecca to hear.<br><br>"Il mio nome è Nicolaus."<br><br>A dark smirk came over his lips as he leaned in closer, whispering a bit in quickly spoken Italian.&nbsp; If she wanted to play language games, he was all for it.<br><br>"E qual è la vostra bra dimensioni, Lady? Vorrei fare amare come quelli piccoli look!" If her Italian was any good, she would realize that he had just asked her what her bra size was, how big her breasts were, and how much he appreciated how they looked.&nbsp; He waited for the shock to come over her and for her own face to break into a blush.&nbsp; They would be even then.<br><br>"Comprenda?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 02:56:18</strong>
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				Rebecca blinked at him, very much like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.&nbsp; What little Italian she did know, she had memorized just for the purpose of this very first class, figuring she would memorize more along the way as she needed to, hoping that the students would learn English fast enough that she wouldn't need to try and become proficient in Italian.&nbsp; <br><br>She shook her head back and forth slowly, the long ruddy locks of her hair brushing back and forth across the breasts he had just mentioned.&nbsp; Rebecca heard the titters and giggles of the other students in the class, and surmised that he had said something she would probably consider rude, but she had no idea what it might be.&nbsp; "I don't....understand..."&nbsp; She said softly, trying to shake off the sudden attack of nervousness that hit her.&nbsp; What if she couldn't do the job?&nbsp; What if she got fired?&nbsp; All were very strong fears of hers, but she couldn't let on that she was afraid.&nbsp; <br><br>Struggling to save face in front of the other students as they continued to giggle and laugh, she stood up straight and crossed her arms over her chest, scowling at Nicolaus for a moment before moving on to another student to ask what their name was.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 03:04:04</strong>
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				Ah, so the little red head didn't speak as much Italian as she let on.&nbsp; He had heard her stumble over the simple words of her greeting but he had brushed that aside as nervousness.&nbsp; He was more the wiser now and that much knowledge gave him a small measure of power over her, made him feel that much more in control.&nbsp; Here was yet another typical American who was hired by the university because of her track record and diploma rather than her actual ability to teach and guide her students.&nbsp; He had seen it before: as a senior in college, he had spent many hours under the tutelage of foreign born instructors who burnt out after one year or less.&nbsp; She would be no different.&nbsp; He smirked as she walked off, her arms held defensively over her chest.<br><br>And they were nice breasts, as far as he was concerned.<br><br>His dark eyes watched her as she went through the motions of her first lecture, asking students their names and explaining a few simple greetings in English.&nbsp; Nicolaus's English was passable but he was a lousy student at best.&nbsp; The one problem he was facing at the moment was that he needed this class to pass and insulting the teacher on the first day was certainly going to make this one hell of an ordeal.&nbsp; No matter.&nbsp; He could re-enroll in the fall, thanks to the trust fund his parents had set aside for him to use while they went about the world in their own, distant pursuits, and deal with another teacher then if he failed.<br><br>But as he watched her, a new plan took hold.&nbsp; He would just have to watch... and wait. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 02:34:42</strong>
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				Rebecca continued on with the class, trying to keep her gaze averted from Nicolaus as she did so.&nbsp; She could feel his gaze on her the entire time, knew that he was staring at her, and from the weight of his gaze, she surmised that he was quite possibly sizing her up to see what he could get away with.&nbsp; <br><br>That made her even more nervous.&nbsp; She wasn't really prepared to deal with an unruly type student.&nbsp; Not that she <em>couldn't</em> deal with that type, but having a very strong disadvantage of the language barrier, it would make it all the more difficult.&nbsp; She was still unnerved not having understood what he'd said to her earlier, and silently wondered if she truly wanted to know what he had said.&nbsp; She didn't imagine it could be good given the reaction of the rest of the class. <br><br>"Alright everyone.&nbsp; That will do it for today."&nbsp; She said with a smile, albeit a forced one, and pointed to the clock.&nbsp; "I will see you all at the same time tomorrow.&nbsp; Please remember your books."&nbsp; <br><br>Rebecca wasn't sure how much any of them had understood, but hoped that some of them had understood a little bit.&nbsp; <br><br>As the class began to filter out of the classroom, the petite redhead made her way back to her desk, and began the task of organizing her papers before leaving to go back to her apartment.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 00:49:07</strong>
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				The class passed quickly for the young Italian student, his dark eyes watching his instructor's every move while she tried to teach.&nbsp; She was an oddity amongst the mostly darkly featured people, with her freckled complexion and flame red hair.&nbsp; Those light colored eyes betrayed her nervousness and the way she talked frequently with her hands showed just how excited she was to be doing this. She was, after all, in the heart of the old Roman empire, the city of mysteries and mysticism itself.&nbsp; Nicolaus was just hoping that he could play on her naivety as well as he planned.<br><br>As the rest of the class began to fill out, he stayed behind, making a show of gathering up his belongings and taking his time.&nbsp; As the door shut and the two were left alone, he drew himself up and tossed his back pack over his broad shoulders.&nbsp; He glanced over at his teacher, who was shuffling her papers and getting ready to depart.&nbsp; It was the perfect opportunity to put his plan into action, to play with her a bit.&nbsp; <br><br>And he took it.<br><br>Walking over slowly, Nicolaus approached her desk with a deep smile on his pursed lips.&nbsp; He leaned on the edge of her desk and raised his eyebrows up at her, his tone friendly, light, inquisitive.<br><br>"You American, yeah?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 02:14:33</strong>
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				Rebecca glanced up at the sound of his voice,&nbsp; blinking at him for a moment before nodding her head slowly.&nbsp; "Si."&nbsp; She said in Italian before glancing back down and sliding a few more papers into a folder and tucking the folder in her napsack.&nbsp; "I figured you already knew that given your little display earlier."&nbsp; The petite redhead remarked boldly, trying to gain back a little of her control from the young Italian man.&nbsp; She was the teacher after all, it wouldn't do for her to be intimidated by one of her students. <br><br>"I'm from Rhode Island if you would like to know."&nbsp; She continued on in English, fastening the leather straps to her napsack and sliding it up onto her shoulder before looking back up at him.&nbsp; "Why do you ask?"&nbsp; She ventured curiously, wondering what he was playing at, or if this was his way to fashion some sort of an apology for the way he'd acted earlier.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 16:06:18</strong>
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				"Curiosity."<br><br>He intoned the single word like it was some sort of way of clearing the air, flashing his best smile and trying to give her some measure of her dignity back.&nbsp; Nicolaus was testing the waters first, to see just how much of her confidence was wrapped up in her job title and how much of it was naturally born.&nbsp; So far, he was not impressed with her strength of character and this brought him a secretive sort of satisfaction.&nbsp; Perhaps his first impression of her was true after all: she was scared and incredibly submissive.<br><br>He liked his women like that, but to have the opportunity to break his English instructor, an exotic American at that?&nbsp; The temptation was proving to be too much for the young Italian student.<br><br>"You have much to learn about Italy, yes?&nbsp; Perhaps... you help me, I help you?"&nbsp; The offer was made; would she take it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 17:48:03</strong>
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				Rebecca eyed him warily, not sure if she should trust him.&nbsp; He did seem to be offering an olive branch however and it would be rude of her to rebuff him for trying to apologize.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes."&nbsp; She said truthfully to his question.&nbsp; "I do have a lot to learn about Italy.&nbsp; I've never been here before and don't know the lay of the land very well."&nbsp; Rebecca added softly, trying to keep the flush of embarrassment off of her cheeks.&nbsp; "I'm sort of filling in for the teacher who should have been here, but was in an accident and unable to come.&nbsp; I was a last minute replacement."&nbsp; She said, trying to explain to him how it was a teacher who knew next to nothing about his country and language was sent to teach English.&nbsp; <br><br>"It would be nice to know someone here that could help me with the customs and different things."&nbsp; She said with a soft smile, extending her own olive branch. "So I would be glad to help you if you would be so kind as to help me."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 19:45:37</strong>
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				The student raised his eyebrows as she launched into her explanation of why she was here and teaching English, despite her apparent lack of good Italian and of knowledge on the culture itself.&nbsp; He was fighting not to laugh condescendingly into her fair face, as she really was as lost and helpless as she looked to him.&nbsp; He controlled the impulse however and offered her what he hoped would be interpreted as a sympathetic smile.&nbsp; He placed one strong hand on her shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.<br><br>"I understand.&nbsp; I help, you help me.&nbsp; Good deal."<br><br>His English was far from perfect but he could understand enough of what she was saying.&nbsp; She had taken his bait and now he was going to act upon her naivety and just see how far he could push her.&nbsp; The worse he could do was offend her and be forced to abandon his plan.&nbsp; Such were the risks involved.<br><br>"In Italy, it is custom to kiss on each cheek in greeting.&nbsp; Like this."<br><br>He leaned in, his warm, chapped lips pressing to her reddening cheeks in rapid succession.&nbsp; He stood back, grinning boyishly.&nbsp; He could smell her perfume faintly as he leaned in close again.<br><br>"Your turn, dona." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 20:46:35</strong>
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				Rebecca had to fight the urge to pull away from him as he leaned in close, the masculine smell of him combined with whatever cologne he was wearing created a rather intoxicating mix.&nbsp; She found herself inhaling deeply despite the impropriety of it, unable to stop herself.&nbsp; He was a very handsome young man, she'd have to be blind not to notice that, but she couldn't act on such a thing, not that she would anyway.&nbsp; Rebecca was too shy do attempt something like that, especially with a student.&nbsp; <br><br>She stood stock still as he kissed both of her cheeks, trying to ignore just how nice his lips felt as they touched each of her cheek.&nbsp; For a moment she doubted his words, but recalled on more than one occasion seeing other people greeting each other thusly, so she had to assume that he was in fact right about what he was saying.&nbsp; <br><br>The petite redhead licked her lips nervously, eying his face timidly.&nbsp; "Okay."&nbsp; She breathed softly, bolstering her courage to do what he'd instructed.&nbsp; She had to raise herself up on tiptoe to reach his cheeks, and gave each one a quick peck with her lips, moving away from him as quickly as possible before his scent intoxicated her again.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 23:43:27</strong>
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				Easily led, easily deceived.&nbsp; Nicolaus grinned at her fiercely, nodding his approval.&nbsp; He could see the burning of her cheeks, ruddy and pale.&nbsp; She was taking steps to try and fit in, trying to build a rapport with her student.&nbsp; It was what these teachers had been taught mostly, at least from Nicolaus's understanding.&nbsp; They were placed in his culture, one that was often quite foreign to them, and they sought to understand and embrace that which they had been hired to teach.&nbsp; Rebecca was no different in his eyes but she was far lovelier than most of the other instructors he had either helped chase off or failed under.&nbsp; <br><br>Perhaps he could twist her in a whole new way, showing her another side of Italy that she would never get from her textbooks or mentor.&nbsp; The student smirked, touching one of her hands softly and kissing it.<br><br>"You do ... what is word?&nbsp; Enthusiastically!"&nbsp; He stressed the word, hoping it was the right one.<br><br>"So, you married?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 02:39:27</strong>
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				Rebecca blushed at his compliment, giggling softly as he got the wrong word.&nbsp; "I think you mean admirably."&nbsp; She corrected him gently, offering him a small smile.&nbsp; Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all.&nbsp; He did seem to be a friendly person, and seemed to genuinely want to help her, and lord knew she needed all of the help she could get.&nbsp; <br><br>His next question had her blinking in surprise at his forwardness, and she very nearly chastised him for being so forward, but then realized that he might just be trying to make small talk rather than trying to put the moves on her.&nbsp; "No."&nbsp; She said with a shake of her head, the ruddy curtain of her hair bouncing around her shoulders.&nbsp; "Not married."&nbsp; She held up her left hand to show him there was no ring on her finger.&nbsp; "What about you?"&nbsp; She asked, attempting to make small talk as well.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 02:24:01</strong>
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				"Married?&nbsp; Me?&nbsp; No, too young.&nbsp; Too, uh... libertá."<br><br>He chuckled, shaking his head as he tried to think of the English word for what he was saying.&nbsp; It struck him as odd that he could not remember it but in the end, he just shrugged and offered her a seductively dark smile.<br><br>"Too young.&nbsp; Too happy this way.&nbsp; No need to ground."<br><br>The words sounded wrong but Nicolaus thought he had gotten his point across to the young American woman.&nbsp; He reached over to take one of her hands as another notion struck him and started to lead her away from her desk, a smug grin on his handsome face.<br><br>"You and me get coffee now.&nbsp; Come." <br><br>His grip tightened and he started to tow her along, as if making the point that he would not hear her rejection or arguments. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 15:09:02</strong>
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				He didn't give her a chance to reply before he started tugging her along with him.&nbsp; "I...can't.....really...."&nbsp; Rebecca hedged, not sure it was entirely proper for her to be seen having coffee in a public place with one of her students.&nbsp; Being so clueless about the customs of the country, she had no idea what was frowned upon and what wasn't when it came to a professional type relationship.&nbsp; Everything <em>seemed</em> a lot more laid back over here, but she also knew that looks could be deceiving.&nbsp; <br><br>"Really...I um...I have a few things I need to do...."&nbsp; She lied, trying to pull her hand away from his slowly, and trying really hard to not think about how warm and wonderful his hand felt as it stayed wrapped around hers.&nbsp; "Maybe some other time?"&nbsp; She questioned as he continued to pull her along with him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 23:19:19</strong>
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				As she tried to pull away, spouting excuses, Nicolaus pretended not to hear her and continued to pull her along, out of the classroom and into the afternoon sunlight.&nbsp; It was late winter, nearing spring, and the Italian sun was beating down warmly yet there was still a crispness in the air.&nbsp; The swarthy looking student flashed her a grin and pointed down the paved pathways of the college towards a small cafe that sat just outside of the school's grounds and on one of the side streets of the busy ancient city of Rome.&nbsp; A single old wooden sign marked the place as "Giovanni's".&nbsp; <br><br>"Come on, dona.&nbsp; Just coffee.&nbsp; My treat... for being a..."<br><br>He pondered a moment, before chuckling and keeping his grin plastered on his face.<br><br>"Asshole."<br><br>He continued to tug her along, his seduction of her beginning. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 14:46:08</strong>
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				She really shouldn't go, shouldn't be seen having coffee with a student lest someone say she was playing favorites, but she was having a hard time refusing him.&nbsp; He was trying to make up for what he'd done earlier, and it might be considered bad form for her to refuse his apology.&nbsp; <br><br>"Alright..."&nbsp; She said finally relenting, offering him a shy smile of her own. "Just coffee."&nbsp; The redhead stated in a voice she hoped was firm.&nbsp; "But after that I really have to go."&nbsp; She said as she followed him inside of the coffee shop.&nbsp; "Apology accepted by the way."&nbsp; She murmured softly, wondering if she should ask him what it was he'd said, or if she was better off not knowing the details of it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 15:01:38</strong>
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				<em>Just coffee.&nbsp; </em>She could think that was all she was going to give him but the reality was far more than just that.&nbsp; His dark hair, left long and uncut, danced about his shoulders as he shook his head and grinned wickedly at her as he pulled her into the small, alley-side cafe.<br><br>"Coffee, yes.&nbsp; Then we see, hm?"<br><br>The cafe was typical of most of the ancient city's coffee shops, with its age-stained white stone walls and cracked slate, red tile floors.&nbsp; The strong scent of coffee and freshly baked pastries filled through noses as they walked through the front door, Nicolaus's hand wrapped tightly around Rebecca's own as if he was claiming her as some prize.&nbsp; In a way, he really was.<br><br>The student walked up to the counter and ordered two expressos with a touch of whip cream and chocolate, paying with a couple of bills.&nbsp; He took the coffees and led Rebecca over to one of the tables just outside of the cafe.&nbsp; He set one of the coffees in front of her with that smug grin upon his face.<br><br>"Drink.&nbsp; Is good." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 14:49:26</strong>
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				"See what?" She asked, not sure what he meant, but her attention quickly shifted from him to her surroundings.&nbsp; Her mouth fell open as she glanced around, a happy smile lighting her features as she took in the ambiance of the little coffee house.&nbsp; It was cozy and so very very Italian.&nbsp; Something she might have seen in a magazine or a catalog as a reference for an authentic Italian coffee house. <br><br>Rebecca inhaled the delicious aromas coming from all directions.&nbsp; Coffee, espresso, various sweet pastries had her mouth watering.&nbsp; <br><br>Glancing down at the cup he offered her, she inhaled the warm rich aroma of the steaming brew, the delicious smell of chocolate and cream filling her nose.&nbsp; Without a second thought, she brought the cup up to her lips and took an eager sip, closing her eyes and sighing contentedly as the rich flavor slid across her tongue.&nbsp; <br><br>"E' delizioso!"&nbsp; She exclaimed in Italian, a bright smile spreading across her lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 18:52:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Non come deliziosi come voi."<br><br>His statement was not just a casual flirtation but also a truthful observation.&nbsp; She was far more delicious to him to look upon than any expresso.&nbsp; He had grown up on the hot beverage and it had long ago lost its appeal for the most part but it was the perfect tool to be used upon unsuspecting American instructors.&nbsp; She was gullible to think it was anything else but that innocence of his intentions made his pursuit of her all the more intense, alluring, obsessive.&nbsp; She had become his new little project and she hadn't even known it yet.<br><br>He took a sip of the expresso and offered her a faint, knowing grin.<br><br>"You like it.&nbsp; That's good.&nbsp; Now, I shared something with you.&nbsp; You share with me now."<br><br>He offered her a smirk as he looked at her with those dark, expectant eyes. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 01:07:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes grew wide, blinking rapidly at his statement.&nbsp; "Share....something?"&nbsp; She asked warily, not entirely sure what he meant, nor what sort of thing he was wanting her to share.&nbsp; <br><br>Rebeca felt her resolve slip just a little bit as he stared at her, very nearly getting lost in his wonderfully warm brown eyes.&nbsp; He was a handsome man, no doubt about that, but she really couldn't seriously entertain the idea of acting on that.&nbsp; He was her student for one thing, and he was much too young for her for another.&nbsp; She had absolutely no doubt that he knew how to please a woman, given his confidence around them, but she was not going to find out one way or the other. <br><br>"What um....what do you want me to share?"&nbsp; She asked him, cocking a ruddy brow in curiosity, almost afraid to hear what he would answer with.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>07-03-2011, 03:23:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Always with the questions.&nbsp; Just ... share something."<br><br>He leaned forward with his words, a faint smirk upon his handsome face.&nbsp; He was however beginning to grow impatient with her bumbling awkwardness, her plain refusal to just surrender to his charms.&nbsp; Most Italian women seen right through him, accustom to the culture as they were, but most tourists and foreigners were beguiled by him.&nbsp; But this one, the fiery tressed American teacher, was either rightfully oblivious to what he was trying to do or incredibly cunning.<br><br>He was beginning to wonder just which one it was.<br><br>He was only a few inches away from her face, his coffee-tinted breath washing over her face. <br><br>"Share something or maybe I make suggestion by kissing you?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 00:55:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She sat there mesmerized for several moments, her lips almost tingling as she thought about what it might be like to have him kiss her.&nbsp; His lips looked full and soft, and she imagined he knew very well how to use them.&nbsp; Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing....<br><br>She blinked her eyes rapidly, silently admonishing herself for even thinking such a thing.&nbsp; He was one of her students.&nbsp; She couldn't kiss him!&nbsp; <br><br>Sitting up straight, she sat back in her chair, trying to put as much space between herself and him so she could hopefully think clearly.&nbsp; "Well let's see..."&nbsp; She started off, a bit breathless from the path her wayward thoughts had taken.&nbsp; "Something about me....."&nbsp; The red head thought, trying frantically to come up with something to share lest he actually try to kiss her. <br><br>"When I was in college, I was always notoriously late for classes.&nbsp; The teachers could usually bank on the fact that I would be late.&nbsp; So one day there was a very important test that I had to take, but the teacher was horribly strict, so if you weren't in your seat when class started, you weren't allowed in class.&nbsp; The test was worth a third of our grade and if I had missed it, I would have failed the class and would have not been able to graduate.&nbsp; So the morning of the test I was running late, as usual, and knew I wasn't going to make it on time.&nbsp; In a fit of desperation I called the teacher, pretending to be a neighbor to tell them I thought someone was trying to break into their house."&nbsp; Rebecca laughed softly remembering what she'd done.&nbsp; "So...the teacher goes tearing out of class to run home and check, the test was canceled for that day.&nbsp; She rescheduled it for another day, I managed to make it on time and the rest is history."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 02:18:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				So close, yet so far away.&nbsp; Rebecca pulled away just before he decided to lean over and let his lips do the "sharing" for the both of them.&nbsp; She had brought herself back to reality just before he had pulled her over the edge.&nbsp; Nicolaus chuckled softly, tracing a finger inside the now-empty cup of expresso, trying to get that last bit of chocolate sauce out.&nbsp; He sucked on his finger while she sprouted off some useless story about how she tricked a teacher into canceling a test and he had to fight the urge to roll his eyes at her.&nbsp; <br><br>He laughed regardless, a bit of a smirk playing over his features.<br><br>"Trickster, eh?&nbsp; You like tricks?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 03:12:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well not normally...."&nbsp; She said with a bit of a blush, somehow getting the feeling he was laughing at her instead of with her, but then it might be something getting lost in translation.&nbsp; <br><br>"I somehow think you are more of a trickster than me."&nbsp; Rebecca said with a bit of a grin, finally starting to relax a little bit.&nbsp; She continued to sip the coffee slowly, savoring the taste of it as the warm chocolate flavored coffee coated her tongue.&nbsp; "I sort of get the feeling that's not what you wanted me to share though is it?"&nbsp; The petite red head ventured curiously, feeling a bit more at ease with the young man in front of her.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 19:14:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				So, there was some wisdom rattling around in that pretty little red head of hers after all.&nbsp; Nicolaus greeted her accusation with that prize-winning smirk and nodded a bit, setting his empty cup down and leaning forward in his chair to regard her.<br><br>She was a vision of foreign beauty, as lightly featured as the residents were dark.&nbsp; All the raven black hair in Rome could not compare to the allure of Rebecca's fiery mane, as far as the young student was concerned.&nbsp; It was certainly a rarity here, usually offered only by the tourists who came and hardly ever an actual citizen of the city.&nbsp; Her green eyes certainly helped too, another foreign treat that was waiting to be enjoyed by those who could captivate her.&nbsp; That was his plan after all: to captivate her, to control her, to make her his.<br><br>And he was taking the first steps in securing said control over his little red haired beauty.<br><br>One strong hand snaked forward to take up one of hers and he raised it to his lips to kiss it, a gentle, subtle exchange.<br><br>"No, it is not what we are to share.&nbsp; You're lovely.&nbsp; I must show you ..."<br><br>He paused, trying to find the right words, the ones to draw her in.<br><br>"...the beauty of Rome.&nbsp; And you." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 18:47:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca had to quell the urge to snatch her hand away.&nbsp; It wasn't really proper to be letting him kiss her hand, but at the same time she realized that it would be terribly rude of her to jerk her hand away from him, as she'd seen the same thing done to countless of women here in Italy, so it was something of a social norm as far as she could tell.&nbsp; <br><br>She suppressed a shudder as she felt the warmth of his lips against her hand, the raw sensual nature of it all making her a tad bit breathless.&nbsp; A pretty pink blush stole up her cheeks at the mention of finding her lovely, and the way he phrased his words made her yearn to see the beauty of Rome through his eyes, rather than the eyes of a tourist. <br><br>Before even realizing what she was doing, Rebecca found herself nodding her head, and taking a deep breath to try and quell the sudden fluttery feeling that had erupted within her stomach.&nbsp; He was far too sensual for his own good and if she didn't keep her guard up, she would be in very big trouble where he was concerned.&nbsp; "I would....I would love to see Rome."&nbsp; She said a bit breathlessly hoping her nervous excitement wasn't showing. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 19:05:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good then.&nbsp; You come see."<br><br>Nicolaus's dark eyes seemed to twinkle in anticipation at her surrender to his will and he winked at her, standing and pulling her along by the hand.&nbsp; He chuckled softly to himself as they started to navigate the cobblestone streets of the older quarter of the city, walking and weaving through the assembled masses of tourists and busy citizens of the ancient city.&nbsp; The young Italian knew the city intimately, almost as much as he knew women, and in no time, they were standing in front of one of the most recognizable monuments in all of Rome, the Coliseum.&nbsp; <br><br>The sun was beginning to set and the gates to the monuments mentioned, in both Italian and English, that it would close shortly.&nbsp; Regardless, Nicolaus did not give her pause as he pulled her inside and towards the bottom floor of the coliseum.<br><br>"Come, I show you something secret." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 03:38:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca's eyes grew wide with wonder and awe as she stared up at one of the most recognizable landmarks in the world, not truly believing she was standing at the foot of the Coliseum.&nbsp; Her head craned backward as she took in the entirety of the imposing structure, even in it's present state of decay and ruin.&nbsp; <br><br>"It's magnificent."&nbsp; She breathed softly, rewarding him with a rare and brilliant smile.&nbsp; With the setting of the sun, the structure was bathed in a warm light, only adding to the ancient feel of it, and if she tried really hard, Rebecca knew that she could almost picture what it must have been like to be a spectator in ancient Roman times and view one of the events that took place there.&nbsp; <br><br>She gave him a curious look as he led her off, chewing on her bottom lip nervously for a moment.&nbsp; "But...they're going to be closing soon...."&nbsp; She murmured halfheartedly, all too curious what he might show her.&nbsp; Perhaps it was some secret ruins that only the Italians knew about, something special that not every tourist got to see.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 23:28:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicolaus chuckled, rolling his dark eyes at her insistence that closing times on ancient monuments meant anything to him and his pursuit of her.&nbsp; He would not be stopped and even the Italian police were lazy in their duties of keeping amorous natives and their naive companions from seeking out some hidden nook or overhang of ancient stone to enjoy a little exhibitionism.&nbsp; It was something of a tradition for some of the Italian youths, to bring their foreign dates into some ancient yet mundane wonder and to use its aura of old history to woe and conquer their partner's will.&nbsp; Nicolaus planned to use it for the same reasons.<br><br>His fingers remained intertwined with Rebecca's as they went through the gates and down several flights of stairs, both modern concrete and ancient, carved stone that had been worn smooth by countless generations of people who had walked upon them.&nbsp; Soon, the sunlight started to disappear and the pair were underground, beneath the main street and surrounded by the shadowy gloom of the ancient labyrinth that had once been the gladiatorial quarters.&nbsp; There were only a few signs posted that warned of entering the area but Nicolaus ignored them as they descended further down.&nbsp; Then, he took her through one crumbling arch and into a small, square room that gave a view of what once must have been the floor of the arena itself.&nbsp; <br><br>It was quiet, cloaked in shadows, and secluded.&nbsp; The perfect place to make her his.<br><br>His lips found hers in an instant and his arms wrapped around her gently, hugging her slender waist.<br><br>"I share this with you, now share yourself with me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 21:08:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca tried to take in her surroundings as he led her further and further downward, the tourist in her wanting to soak it all in, but found it hard to do and keep up with his hurried pace.&nbsp; Why he was in such a rush she had no idea, but followed along willingly, thinking he was going to show her something secret and incredible that not every foreigner to the monument got to see. <br><br>She stepped gingerly down the stairs and along the maze of corridors he seemed to navigate easily, wondering how many times he had been to this place to be able to find where he was going so easily.&nbsp; <br><br>When they finally arrived, she glanced around, her eyes growing wide as she took in the scope of what had once been the arena floor. <br><br>"It's amaz...."&nbsp; She started to say, her words abruptly cut off by the feel of his lips pressing against hers.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Rebecca couldn't respond at first, her mind not believing what was happening.&nbsp; It wasn't until she felt his arms wrap around her to pull her body close to his was she able to finally do something. <br><br>"No....."&nbsp; She murmured softly, flattening her palms out against his chest to try and push him away.&nbsp; "I can't....I mean......we can't Nicolaus....it's not....right...."&nbsp; The petite redhead whispered softly, trying to wrest herself free of his hold.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 23:07:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Right?&nbsp; Do not speak to me about what is right or not."<br><br>His words were spoken hoarsely, with a blaze of conviction and authority suddenly possessing his usually warm and easy-going tone.&nbsp; His hands grasped at her arms and pinned them to her side, his steely grasp holding her fast against the crumbling and ruined walls of the ancient wonder of a fallen empire.&nbsp; Many men and beasts had died here in the arena and that quiet aura of menace and death that the place possessed only seemed to egg on the young Italian as he aggressively kissed her lips once more.<br><br>"You are going to do what I say and you will enjoy it.&nbsp; If not, you... not enjoy it so much.&nbsp; I promise that."<br><br>His words were breathed into her ears as he started to kiss down her neckline, one shoulder pressed into her chest to give him leverage and to hold her in place while one of his hands started to wander under her dress and to the feminine wonders he wanted to enjoy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 02:48:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca struggled against his hold, feeling a moment of panic as he held her so firmly in place.&nbsp; She had to stop him somehow, she couldn't allow him to do this.&nbsp; <br><br>"Nicolaus....please..."&nbsp; She whimpered softly, trying to keep her voice steady, but instead it came out more of a breathy whisper, her body beginning to tremble as she felt the delicious sensations of his mouth traveling down the side of her neck.&nbsp; The delicious warm feeling of his lips pressing against her flesh sending shivers of pleasure through her body.&nbsp; <br><br>Her legs began to quiver as she felt his hand snake up beneath her dress, his words lost on her as she struggled to tamp down on the desire he was awakening within her.&nbsp; "No...Nicolaus....we can't.....someone....someone might see....."&nbsp; She tried to coax him, struggling against his hold a bit more while she held onto rational thought by a string.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 22:51:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His breathing came in heavy gasps as his lips blazed a path down her neckline, stopping just short of the modest front part of her dress.&nbsp; His hands were working underneath her dress, hiking it up just enough so that he could see what she wore underneath such a "student friendly" garment.&nbsp; He smirked up at her as her pleas came out in breathy whispers, imploring him to stop while her futile struggles and body told him another story altogether.&nbsp; Maybe her body was betraying her but he was starting to wonder if, in some deep, dark primal part of her, she might just enough having to surrender to him.<br><br>It wasn't as if she had a choice either.<br><br>He leaned forward, putting more pressure on her stomach with his raised knee, thrusting it forth so just enough to get his point across.<br><br>"The Coliseum is closed for the evening.&nbsp; No one is going to come down here.&nbsp; I promise you that.&nbsp; Your screams are ... what you say, muffled, yes... Enjoy this, <em>professario</em>, or don'.&nbsp; Your choice."<br><br>He pulled back just a bit, letting the hem of her dress fall.<br><br>"You either strip for me or I do it.&nbsp; <em>Compreneda</em>?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 01:27:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca blinked at him in disbelief, not understanding why he was doing this.&nbsp; Where had the polite student gone?&nbsp; Where was the boyish charm she'd seen from him just a few moments ago?&nbsp; <br><br>In his place was another man entirely, one bent on getting what he wanted from her, no matter what her feelings on the subject were.&nbsp; Her face flushed bright red at his command, knowing that there was no way she would be able to undress herself....not in front of him, not in this place.&nbsp; They were in public, and despite his assertions that no one would find them, there was still that chance.&nbsp; <br><br>"I....I can't..."&nbsp; She said in a small voice....tugging against his old on her arms once again, shaking her head in denial.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 02:17:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was the denial he knew would spring forth from her trembling lips, the thundering of her pulse under his fingers as he held her firmly in his grasp.&nbsp; Her eyes clearly displayed her shock at his request, as the kindly, polite facade of her young Italian student disappeared and his true nature as a sadistic thug, a possible rapist, came forth.&nbsp; He shook her violently, pressing her harder against the wall.&nbsp; One hand snaked up to strike her hard against the face, the sharp sound echoing in the dimly lit chamber.&nbsp; Nicolaus snarled savagely at her and shoved her, sending her tumbling onto the dusty stone floor.<br><br>"Strip.&nbsp; Now.&nbsp; Or you regret it." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 01:42:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca squeaked as she felt his hand connect with the side of her face, the pale flesh tingling and growing pick beneath where his hand had been.&nbsp; Green eyes widened with shock that he would dare such a thing, her entire body beginning to tremble with fear as she realized this was actually happening.&nbsp; He was going to take her....willing or not....against the stone wall.<br><br>"Don't.....please...don't hurt me....."&nbsp; She breathed, her voice shaky and weak, her head turning away from him so as not to see the sadistic gleam in his eyes.&nbsp; She could only nod her head mutely as he snarled his order to her, waiting for him to let go so that she could do it.&nbsp; Perhaps if she gave in willingly it wouldn't be so bad.&nbsp; Maybe his anger with her would lessen and he wouldn't hurt her....too badly....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>15-04-2011, 22:30:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As her body registered the sharp blow upon her face, he could see the panic cloud over her green eyes and her lips tremble.&nbsp; She would comply or she would feel his considerable wrath again.&nbsp; It was a simple process; she surrendered to his demands and she would not suffer anymore.&nbsp; Rebecca was a bright woman, he thought, a resourceful teacher how would see reason.&nbsp; She barely spoke the native tongue fluently enough as it was, so who could she possibly tell?&nbsp; The administration at the college?&nbsp; They hardly cared.<br><br>Or so the young Italian student's arrogant mind told him and whether it was the truth or not did not matter to him.&nbsp; In his mind, in his sadistic, simplistic view of the world, it was how things worked.<br><br>As she muttered her compliance, his face cleared and he once more wore the facade of the charming, handsome student, that impish man who wanted to show her things that she might never see while she was in Rome.<br><br>He smiled softly, stroking the reddened cheek he had just struck.&nbsp; He cooed to her and leaned down to kiss said cheek before he moved away from her, looking at her expectantly.<br><br>"Nice and slow then.&nbsp; Sexy-like." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 02:22:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca let out a soft sigh, grateful that her compliance seemed to appease him.&nbsp; He didn't appear to be as angry as he had been a few minutes ago, so hopefully if she continued to do as he asked, he wouldn't hurt her anymore.&nbsp; <br><br>She whimpered softly as he caressed and then kissed the cheek he had just slapped, his nearness both frightening and arousing her at the same time.&nbsp; His scent intoxicated her still, the soft warm feel of his lips against her tingling skin sent a shiver of pleasure through her body.&nbsp; She couldn't understand it, didn't understand why her body still desired him even after his actions showed he was not the nice person she'd originally thought.&nbsp; <br><br>The redhead sucked in a deep breath as he moved away from her, wondering if she had enough courage to actually go through with this.&nbsp; But she quickly reminded herself that she had no choice. <br><br>Shaking fingers moved up to the buttons at the top of her dress, pale delicate fingers working at the small buttons, undoing them one at a time.&nbsp; Each undone button revealed to him just a bit more of her creamy skin, the pale perfection marred only by a few errant freckles.&nbsp; Eventually the dress slid off of her, the soft material pooling around her feet, leaving her clad in only her simple white silk bra and panties.&nbsp; <br><br>Her body shivered, but it wasn't from any coolness, merely the fear and apprehension of what was to come.&nbsp; Her eyes looked away from him, focusing instead on the ground beside his feet as she reached behind her body to unclasp the fastenings of her bra.&nbsp; The silky white material slid down her arms to land on the ground as well, the lush firm curve of her breasts swaying slightly with the movement of her body.&nbsp; <br><br>Biting her bottom lip nervously, she quickly slid her panties down over her hips, the silky scrap of material joining the rest of her clothing on the ground around her feet.&nbsp; <br><br>Rebecca closed her eyes to keep from whimpering, knowing that he was staring at her now naked body.&nbsp; Her chest heaved with each breath she took, the coral pink tipped breasts moving up and down with each indrawn breath, the muscles of her legs quivering visibly as she stood there awaiting his next move.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 20:31:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As her clothing was slowly cast off at his eager insistence, Nicolaus knew that he had succeeded in taking control of his American professor.&nbsp; Here she was, in the rotting, decaying bowels of one of the Empire's most treasured buildings, stripping away her layers of clothing so that he might see her body, all of its curves and feminine beauty.&nbsp; His dark eyes drank in every inch of her, violating her with his piercing, openly hungry gaze.&nbsp; As Rebecca stepped out of her white panties and stood there fully naked before him, Nicolaus chuckled softly and stepped closer once more, those wandering hands of his grasping eagerly towards her considerable breasts.<br><br>He was rough in his explorations of her body, his fingers twisting her pink nipples mercilessly before brushing against the soft flesh of her bottom, pinching and fondling without abandon.&nbsp; He wanted to make her naked form as complete in his mind as he could, taking in its offered textures and sights in the most hands-on method possible.&nbsp; He touched her, caressed her and sought to possess her.<br><br>She would have no choice but to comply.<br><br>It should have come as no surprise then when he guided one of her manicured hands towards his crotch, his obvious rigidness pressing against her warm hand insistently.<br><br>"Take it out... and into your mouth." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 02:40:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca gasped and moaned as his hands caressed and teased her body.&nbsp; His touch was rough, almost too rough at times, but even so, she couldn't deny that he was arousing her body, if not her mind.&nbsp; <br><br>Soft whimpers of both denial and pleasure were torn from her lips as his hands roamed over the vast expanse of her naked pale flesh, her small body beginning to tremble both from fear and arousal, her muscles quivering beneath soft smooth flesh. <br><br>Her back arched as his fingers roughly pulled and tweaked the sensitive tips of her breasts, soft sounds of shock and pleasure echoing in the ancient building around them.&nbsp; Her hand shook as he drew it closer to the evidence of his arousal, her fingertips brushing lightly along the rigid length of his cock, learning his size by touch before her eyes saw. <br><br>Her eyes grew wide with shock at his next order, her head moving back and forth frantically of its own accord.&nbsp; "I can't......"&nbsp; She murmured softly, her eyes pleading with him.&nbsp; "I've....I've never.....done that....."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When in Rome [Silverfyre &amp; Mith]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silverfyre</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 02:10:23</strong>
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				She was aroused by it all.&nbsp; He could see the aversion of his rough advances in her dark eyes but soon, he felt her body relax under his touch as she leaned forward into it.&nbsp; Rebecca was surrendering to his will and to the coaxed desires of her yearning body.&nbsp; He had brought forth such hidden, contemptuous longings by forcing her into his world, his control and he would only use those manipulations against her to the fullest extent possibly.&nbsp; As her fingertips brushed against his hardened cock, he chuckled softly and made sure she grew familiar with it.<br><br>He'd start by shoving it down her throat if need be and at her refusal, that uncouth rage returned and he placed his rough hands upon her slender shoulders.&nbsp; He pushed her down bodily, savagely and with pure malice in his eyes.&nbsp; He would not be denied this simple pleasure.<br><br>His fingers grasped her lower face and forced their way into her mouth, prodding her jaw open.&nbsp; The next instant, his cock was thrust into her mouth and he grabbed a hold of her curly, red hair, tugging viciously as he screamed into her face.<br><br>"Suck cock or I break neck, you worthless American whore." 
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