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Post by Natalie Bane on Feb 4, 2007 0:47:14 GMT -5
It seemed as time grew closer to Natalie graduating and wedding the more her parents wanted her to embrace this life with joy. Dinners were a usual ritual at the Bane manor however Natalie wasn't used to it revolving around her.. which it sort of did. I mean both families and friends of were invited, a small get together at the moment posing only about fifty. No.. closer to the wedding there would be a crowd that would make this pale in comparison.
Still the fact that she was primped on all day - women curling her hair and pinning it up with fancy pins.. Well just the cause of the occasion set ill with her. She went about as trained, sitting perfectly still as they enhanced every small feature of her, drawing attention to some more than others.
And when the evening finally came she made her grand entrance, walking down the stairs in an elaborate evening gown - silver and accented with beautiful stones, all glistening like diamonds as she moved in the light.
Oh, she had no intentions of letting Vincent Romanov carry her around on his arm but in this time.. this place.. well she would/could not act so freely. She took one step at at time, clutching her small silver bag, her clear heels showing her perfectly painted toes. She glanced up at the waiting crowd, seeing some faces she knew and then.. well some she had seen before but the names of she couldn't recall. She felt like mentally cursing her parents at this point but there was no fault in her poise. She made her way to the bottom like a real lady..
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Post by Vincet Romanov on Feb 4, 2007 1:09:50 GMT -5
Vincet stood in the foyer of the Romanov family manor, a look of annoyance and malice upon his already rugged face. He had been dreading this weekend all month long and in typical fashion, it had seemed to bend the laws of time and sped along a bit faster than he would have preferred, but hey, that was alright because lately it seemed that anything he wanted didn't really matter. Vincet was dressed to the nines this evening, a black suit of which the inside was lined with red stitching and a black pin-striped vest. His silk dress shirt was red of course and his tie was black, matching the rest of him perfectly. Vincet's hair was combed but due to his own personal preference, it still looked messy at best, a small set back (something which his mother had reminded him of several times today).
As he paced back and forth in the foyer, he toyed with a silver Zippo lighter, clicking the lid open and then closed. In his other hand was a long thin cigar, which burned slowly, filling the foyer with a thin layer of smoke and the smell of cinnamon, Vincet's favorite flavor. His dark eyes stayed locked onto the very large and elaborate fireplace in the living room, the very doorway to his own personal hell for the next few hours. He knew on the other end of that doorway was a house full of people he gave a crap about, one of them being his espoused wife, Natalie Bane.
"Time to go son," a very low and authoritative voice said from behind Vincet, followed by a large and heavy hand on his shoulder, causing him to cease his insistent pacing. Vincet didn't reply but simply stepped forward and extinguished his cigar on the tall silver ashtray at the entrance of the living room. His eyes still stayed locked onto the fireplace and he sneered a bit as he neared the empty hearth. "You first sweetheart," came the soft lyrical voice of his mother, one Vincet used to fine solace in but now found more annoying than any other sound out there. "Sure, why not?," he retorted with a cold tone as he reached over and took a small handful of ash from the holding place on the mantle. "Bane Manor," he said with an empty look on his face, green flame sprouting up around him as the soot hit the stone.
At Bane Manor, the festivities were just starting and Natalie Bane had just made her grand and glamorous appearance. Soft whispers could be heard among the party goers, each one commenting on how well the young woman looked, while some debated back and forth as to why she was being married off to someone such as Vincet. Of course, all this praise and nay saying quickly ended as a green fire sparked in the main fireplace of Bane Manor before finally violently erupting forth and then totally disappearing, leaving in its wake the figures of Vincet Romanov and his parents. All stood silent for a moment as they took in the rather unusual entrance by the Romanov's and Vincet himself took the opportunity to study his surroundings. It didn't take him long to lay eyes on Natalie and as much as he would have liked to deny his approval and attraction, he couldn't. He found himself moving slowly toward the bottom of the stairs, smiling softly to his soon to be wife (whether this was genuine or not, who really knew), offering her his arm as he was trained to do. "Natalie," he said simply, nodding his head to her, giving the show that was expected of him.
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Post by Natalie Bane on Feb 4, 2007 1:37:22 GMT -5
Natalie for a moment felt some kind of cruel reassurance that Vincet Romanov was not and would not be there and she would have a much better evening.. But that was not the case. Evidently he appeared from the living quarters, perhaps having spent his time sitting around with the other 'men' in the house talking about small things.. small things they think are accomplishments. That's why Natalie wasn't going to be married to a man that was going no where, she would not sit around and hear him boast about his small goals and how he attained them, backing them up as if it was some sort of phenomenal feat. Her life was going to be so much more.. After all it is what you make of it.
He offered his arm and she took him. Finding all pleasant about him, other than the fact that he is him and he or him is to be her husband.. expect for the fact that he smelt of smoke. Something which she does not openly bad mouth because every man that she knows does it - her father included. Still it kind of takes away the point of bathing and using cologne..
She gave a slight nod of her head at him, looking extremely relaxed - however there was no lie in this situation, he knew and she knew just how she felt. "Vincet." She kept the next part very low so only the two of them could hear it as her last foot finally fell in place next to him at the foot of the stairs, "For a moment I thought that you weren't going to be here. And to think I started to appreciate you for nothing." A sweet smile slipped across her pink lips as she leaned forward and left an every so light kiss on his right cheek.
The others around them watched the two, some had expressions on their face that clearly showed they thought this was a poor match for Miss Bane was quiet unusual and quiet the catch.. And then others were smiling as if remembering their young journey into life. Either way Natalie had a tendency to put on an act when she knew it needed to be done, so this was exactly what she was doing. Now whether her parents and the crowd would encourage them to spend this evening plastered to one another or whether they would pull him away with the men to talk about mistakes all of them made or family responsibilities and pride.. whatever men look at these things to be.. and the women going on and on about how important their duties to their husbands are, well that was unknown.. But surely to be found out soon. Either way the others made way to let the through. Natalie was quiet sure she would take the route outside to the winding path of the rose garden as soon as possible. Many of the bushes formed a small labyrinth but seeing as how she was raised here as a child it was known like the back of her hand..
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Post by Vincet Romanov on Feb 4, 2007 16:54:33 GMT -5
Vincet let Natalie play out her part on the stairs, after all, what good was a play with only one actor. Both Natalie and Vincet were being coerced and forced into doing something neither of them really felt like doing, but with the threats coming from both sides of the field, neither one had a choice. You see, while Natalie and Vincet may have wielded some sort of twisted authority away from home, back at the school, they wielded nothing here for the word of their parents was supreme, a mistake which would inevitably turn out to be their downfall. You see, Vincet had been making small moves to dispose of his parents long ago, plans which would leave him very wealthy and powerful, but those plans were a long way from becoming any reality.
"You look lovely Prinzessin," he said, using the little pet name he had given Natalie years ago, one he used without thinking anymore and one that he knew pulled at miss Bane's strings. Vincet gave Natalie a wink as she stepped back from him, falling in at his side, a place which he knew killed her to be. Natalie had reminded him on several occasions that she was not his 'arm candy' but tonight, well, she really didn't have a choice. Of course, Vincet never saw Natalie as some sort of bauble or ornament, no, she was more valuable than that, but don't ever expect Vincet to let her know that little secret, after all, he couldn't have her having any hold over him, or worse, knowing that she did.
As the two walked, Vincet nodding to a few of the other so called gentleman in the room, he gritted his teeth in a fake smile. He was actually enjoying being close to Natalie like this, I mean, when the consequences was standing around with a bunch of old tired men who could do nothing but jabber on about their tired and long forgotten accomplishments (accomplishments which in no way impressed or mattered to Vincet), then being with Natalie suddenly wasn't so bad. "Leave me with your father again and I swear I'll feed you to the squid when we get back to school Monday," he said while still forcing a smile and waving to some unknown face in the small crowd, "I'm serious, last time we spent the entire evening talking about his trip to France....One more story like that tonight and I'll personally make sure my mother gets word that you want to go shopping with her," he said as he turned his head toward Natalie, looking at her as if he was striking up a pleasant conversation. Those sort of looks were becoming easier over the past few years and both Natalie and Vincet had become quite the masters of subterfuge.
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Post by Natalie Bane on Feb 4, 2007 17:17:29 GMT -5
Vincet complimented her, however she was certain that his words were a little drier, hollower than needed be.. But then again that's because she didn't want to hear it from him - not considering that he was her chosen one. She pressed her lips together for a moment, wondering if she should compliment him in turn.. Oh yeah.. the women were supposed to be sort of subservient. Well, she would give him what was expected, a veiled insult. "Well I was told that night would be well worth the effort. I've already been lied to once today so I will just take your words at face value." She gave him a short glance then looked forward as they started walking through the couples, all standing aside at the moment.
Ah, as Vincet divulged a little about things that upset him Natalie finally found a use out of being this close. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer - a lovely little saying.. And he was the enemy at the moment because he was threatening to jeopardize her future.
She simply kept that show room smile on her face as she walked along side of him, hearing plenty of whispers but not paying much mind because the women were not to pull away from the attention of their husband (as if they were really the ones everyone was looking at). She let out a very faint laugh, stopping herself short and keeping her voice sweet and low. "You know that I am well aware you are not capable of such an act or you would have disposed of me already.. that is unless you relish the thought of having me by your side." Her dark eyes floated over towards him, her usual hidden look of defeat trying not to come out too much. "Secrets don't make a healthy relationship, dear husband." She used mock sweet words, already applying them as if time had already past and there were locked in fate with each other. "You know I could always mis-relay this information to my father and give him the idea that you would like to go to France with him. It could aid to post pone the wedding... Be a little away from home guy party or something of the sort. I am sure you would like that."
Natalie found herself humming very lowly, trying to enjoy this to the fullest, not that she had alot to work with. All she could do was try to find a fresh angle to attack and humiliate him with and well... it wasn't like the display could be so open.
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Post by Vincet Romanov on Feb 4, 2007 17:32:26 GMT -5
Vincet knew that the marriage between he and Natalie wouldn't be a long one, prosperous yes, but lengthy, not really. You see, Vincet and Natalie both were too independent and headstrong, too full of ambition to share it with anyone else, especially with anyone who could prove to be a weakness for them. Developing some sort of emotional attachment to one another would only hurt their ambitions in the end, for no doubt, some rival down the road would take note and use that attachment to their own means, thus derailing either Vincet or Natalie if not both. "Travel with your father? And give you an excuse to arrange for most unfortunate accident to happen between us....I don't think so Natalie," he said giving her another wink, leading her over to one of the large tables set up with drink and finger foods, "Besides, I rather enjoying living and don't plan on stopping any time soon," he said as he reached out and took a glass of white wine from the table, offering it to Natalie, before taking one up of his own.
Vincet didn't drink his wine right away, instead he toyed with his glass and watched Natalie through narrowed eyes. He surmised the drink was safe enough, after all, all the other glasses where poured from the same bottles and unless Natalie planned on committing some mass murder (a feat which he was still sure she was capable of) then he was good to go. "To a very short and hopefully non-existent marriage together," he said, tilting his glass toward Natalie's, the corner of his mouth pulling slightly into a smile.
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Post by Natalie Bane on Feb 4, 2007 22:04:53 GMT -5
Natalie hesitantly took the drink from him, curious just as he about the safety of it. But then again this was her house and her parents would not do anything to hurt her.. And hopefully Vincet didn't have direct access to it before now. But she still waited, glancing at him with slightly narrowed eyes. "And just how do you purpose to end it all?" Now her voice was a little cold because as much as she hated being played and owned she became infuriated at the fact he thought he could just toss her out after everyone else looked away. No, Natalie wasn't going to give up any power or judgment when it came to herself and her future. Her voice was growing colder at the second and she moved in closer to her husband to be. "I don't know what you think you can do to me Vincet, however I swear hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and you had better not forget that."
She ignored his small toast and brought the glass up to her lips, sipping on it clearly annoyed. The thing she wanted right now was to forget how humiliating this moment was.. some sick stain to mark up her young life as an adolescent.. which she still sort of was. Right now being in school and living at home didn't exactly make her an adult.
She brought her drink back down to her side, sitting it on the table casually and keeping her gaze on him. "I don't intend on throwing away my precious time so it would do you good to stop boasting about things at the moment." She didn't want to be reminded that they were to be married and that there may not be anything she could do about it unless she did want to kill him. At that thought a smile crossed her lips and she put her small hand on his wine glass, urging it lovingly towards his lips. Oh so many times she had fantasized about such a moment, nothing else I tell you.. nothing else.. other than his body growing cold and lifeless and her not having to feel that she was going to be controlled, or even that he was going to attempt to control her. "Something wrong, love?" she asked with a hint of sarcasm, hoping she would somehow hit a nerve, ignoring her own glass which was being tended to by a house elf.. of course not belonging to her family but to her mothers dearest friend Abigail Bridgewaters. In fact.. if Natalie had really seen the vermin pouring more into her cup she probably wouldn't be able to think about taking another sip.. but she had not.
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Post by Vincet Romanov on Feb 4, 2007 22:20:14 GMT -5
Vincet was a bit surprised at how quickly Natalie took offense to his toast, perhaps her mind feeding off her own guilty thoughts of ending their forced marriage on more....violent grounds. However, what was really strange was the way that she seemed to be upset that he would try to find some way to worm out of their predicament.....very strange indeed. He could swear Natalie hated him, but maybe he was wrong there...or at least to a point anyway, after all, he did have a small sliver of emotion for her. His breath slowed as Natalie rattled on and on as usual, she being the more verbal of the pair but that was okay, Vincet had learned years ago how to tune her out but look as if he was listening in the end.
As Natalie pushed his own drink toward him, he offered no resistance, bringing the glass up to his lips casually and taking a drink. He kept his dark eyes on Natalie the entire time of course, several questions still burning in his mind. Pulling his glass away from his lips, Vincet took a deep breath and slipped his left hand into his pant pocket while his forefinger on his right hand slipped to the rim of his wine glass, tapping out a slow rhythm. He was silent for several seconds before he finally responded to Natalie, in that deep almost hypnotic tone of his. "Sounds like your worried about something Natalie. Afraid I might actually have a step up on you this time around?," he remarked, taking another sip of his wine afterward. Vincet drained what was left in the glass and turned, handing the glass off to another house elf which quickly scampered up to him. As he started to take a step, he stopped, hesitating for a moment and then looking back over his shoulder, "And as far as me doing 'anything' to you Natalie...don't flatter yourself," he said, cutting Natalie a low blow of his own. He gave a short curt laugh, turning back around and heading off toward the large double doors which led out to a veranda of sorts, his hands slipping comfortably into his pockets once again.
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Post by Natalie Bane on Feb 4, 2007 22:31:50 GMT -5
Vincet Romanov hit every foul nerve in her body, making her grit her teeth hard together enough that her jaw quickly grew sore. So many foul words flew through her mind that she became too jumbled to speak. Why couldn't she have her wand on her?! That was one thing her mother had made sure to stow away for this evening. She knew her little girl was against this because she lacked the excitement that others showed.. but did she really have a clue that Natalie would be willing to cast Crucio on the big oaf right now?
His comment about doing anything to her made her reply sharply, "I wouldn't waste the energy to pretend you could do anything right to me in the first place." A comment hissed from behind her clinched teeth as she turned to gather her glass from the table anyway. She took a large sip quickly, then turned to make her own way outside, not on the nice balcony but along the nice dirt path that led to her labyrinth of roses. What she would give now for just a small bit of poison.. even if the only way was to end this was drinking it herself.. That was at least a thought, a slight insight of how desperate she was to get out of this situation.
Either way her parents were watching nervously as the two broke their paths and her father quickly went to bond with his soon to be son in law, going to console him with words about his daughter being a little hesitant now but sharing his confidence that she would soon welcome him with open arms. Why she barely heard his voice as she took another large drink of wine, wine that she didn't know had more to it that first seen.. for her mother and father were quiet determined to make her conform to this lifestyle and pretend to like it.
She glanced over her shoulder and gave Vincet a go to hell look but already her head was feeling... bubbly.. almost if everything that made Natalie Natalie was all fizzing away to nothing. Her .. logic.. her thought, it seemed to be deteriorating more and more by the moment and she had to turn around and shake her head slightly, stopping to put her hand on her forehead to gather herself. She didn't know what was going on but she needed to get away..
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Post by Vincet Romanov on Feb 4, 2007 22:55:52 GMT -5
Not sure how much time had passed before Vincet finally noticed Natalie and her strange behavior. His father-in-law had stopped him at the double doors leading off to the veranda and spent the last few minutes explaining to him the workings of his daughter, or at least what workings the old man thought he understood. Vincet had been giving Natalie's father the same ignored treatment he had given Natalie's rambling just minutes earlier, letting his gaze move across the room and its inhabitants, the reason why he noticed her when he did. Furrowing his brow and narrowing his eyes, he watched as Natalie staggered a bit, but not in a drunk sort of way, after all, she only had one glass of wine from what he knew. No, Natalie staggered as if she was confused or drugged and the latter thought immediately put his own mind into overdrive as he slowly stared over to Natalie's father. Vincet felt fine and was sure there had been nothing in the drinks he picked up for himself and Natalie, but then he remembered.....the house elf at Natalie's feet. His dark eyes slowly drifted back to Natalie, the room and everything in it becoming blurred and sort of silent to him as he watched Natalie. The look he gave Natalie's father as his eyes drifted back let the old man know that he wasn't pleased and Natalie's father merely shrugged his shoulders, bumbling over some excuse about trying to make his daughter more...'enjoyable' for the evening.
Leaving his father-in-law where he stood, Vincet stalked off through the small crowd of people, pushing past a few, earning more than one scowl, but that meant crap right now. Sure, he really didn't have a whole lot of feeling about Natalie and wasn't happy with being forced into marrying her, but that didn't mean he liked her being treated like this, I mean, Natalie was to be his and so having something of his tampered with, well...that didn't set well.
"Natalie...," he said as he narrowed his eyes again, placing his large hand on her petite small shoulder, turning her around, readying himself to catch her if she toppled over.
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Post by Natalie Bane on Feb 4, 2007 23:10:42 GMT -5
Yeah Natalie had no idea why she stalled on the dirt path leading her further away from this horrible scene. However she stood there for a good five minutes trying to gather herself - her thoughts her locomotor skills.. Everything. And it was all whirling around in her head, some thoughts starting to surface but she stamped them out with mis-belief.. That was until Vincet put his hand on her shoulder and turned her towards him..
She turned so easily, perhaps it was due to their size difference, glancing up at him. For a moment she looked lost, as if trying to figure something out but that all melted away - leaving behind these warm eyes. What the hell? Natalie seeming all soft when she didn't have a dagger stashed behind her back?! Either way a small smile slipped upon her lips, seeming as if she was working to conceal it...
Then all at once she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her chin and the side of her face flush against him, his collar bone just below her cheek. "For a moment I was afraid you weren't going to come with me Vincet." Her voice seemed to have some sort of genuine affection, or need... if I dare say.
She pushed off of him just slightly and her free hand went for his, looking up at him. Right now she didn't know why she ever.. dis liked him. I mean he was handsome and there was something about his accent that just did wonders to her. She wanted to hear him talk, say anything.. Her cheeks flushed with this thought and she bit at her bottom lip. She urged him forward, to come along with her, "There's something I want to show you..."
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Post by Vincet Romanov on Feb 5, 2007 11:14:28 GMT -5
Vincet regarded Natalie with cautious and very wary eyes, unsure if she was under the influence of whatever it was that happened to be in her drink or perhaps if she was just setting him up for a very painful fall. You see, just because Vincet was a Romanov, well, that was cause enough to want to kill him, but he was sure Natalie had enough reasons of her own to want him dead, after all, she was being forced to marry him. Of course, the only way Vincet could know what was truly going on was to play along for the moment and hope that his skills were good enough to dig him out of any danger he might find himself in.
Vincet did his best to refrain from wrapping his arms around Natalie, whether this was just some basic instinct to do so or whether it was something he actually longed to do, and so merely stood there, arms hanging at his side. He narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow, a habit of his when thinking, and took a deep breath, only to find that act a betrayal as well as Natalie's rather sweet intoxicating perfume filled his senses. His fingers twitched as he felt himself about to put his arms around her, but thank Merlin that she broke the embrace before he did something he might regret later. His dark eyes searched the small fair face before him as Natalie looked up to him, a smile on her face and the sweetest look he had ever seen, but of course in all the years dealing with Natalie, Vincet had learned to avoid her when she gave him those bit doe eyes. This time, however, Vincet couldn't help but get lost, the way she smiled and the way she reached out to him, tilting her head in a playful way, urging him to follow her deeper into the rose garden maze.
Against his better judgment and will, Vincet let himself be pulled along and coerced by Natalie, his curiosity peaked, along with other things. Vincet was almost positive Natalie wasn't being herself, after all, he father had muttered something about making her more 'enjoyable', but one thing Vincet couldn't shake was the saying his mother used to tell him all the time when growing up, 'There's a bit of truth in every lie....'.
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Post by Natalie Bane on Feb 5, 2007 17:30:13 GMT -5
Natalie gladly led Vincet along, from simply pulling at his hand to letting her fingers slip and intertwine with his. She did feel a little nervous by the way that he wasn't talking.. After all right now she could think of nothing better to listen to than his gruff voice. But still.. he was walking with her, further and further away from the crowd... and rational emotions were lost with her at the moment so she redirected her thoughts to the positive.
She pulled herself close to him, hoping he would fall in step more so than be led. "I wanted to show you my sanctuary, of sorts.. My mother and father spend so little time outside their events they couldn't find me themselves in here if their life depended on it." And in all honesty they wouldn't dare enter too deep. That's what they had a gardener for.. Of course they could always apparate out but I guess it seemed like too much of a hastle for them. But Natalie's mother kept it around, much like the rest of the roses that adorned their land. And clearly this taste was something her and her mother shared - especially by the way she seemed to relax as their soft scent crept up around them.
She didn't want to talk too much about herself, she had to get him talking too. She glanced up at him as they walked further inside the botanical maze, "Do you have a place like this, Vincet?" She wanted to know just little things about him.. after all she wasn't sure why he was so amazing - just that he was. Right now it was the only thing on her mind and she wanted to indulge in it, explore as far as she was allowed to explore.
She stopped, letting her back slip up close to the blooming hedge that shielded them from the rest of the world. She took a deep breath, wondering where they got to where they were... and why. "We've been betrothed for years now.. I was really hoping that you would quit telling me I am not good enough to be your wife." Yeah, thats not really something you want to hear Natalie say given her unstable track record.. Hurt women are the most dangerous or perhaps she was just setting him up to tear him down.. Not likely since she wasn't necessarily thinking at the moment. Now after this little episode Natalie's likely to be a whole new form of monster.. but right now it was hard to tell how to play it and stay safe - if that was an option.
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Post by Vincet Romanov on Feb 6, 2007 21:02:18 GMT -5
Not that Vincet wasn't enjoying this side of Natalie, he couldn't allow himself to be pulled in to a relationship.....not this way. While Vincet wasn't one to deal a low blow or take advantage of something when handed to him, he wouldn't take a handout like this. Vincet was a very arrogant and vain young man, he thought himself rather handsome and quite the ladies man and having Natalie fall at his feet, like this, under the influence of who knows what, was an insult. Unlike some other guys, Vincet had standards, low standards but standards just the same and if he wanted a woman, then he would have one....relying on nothing but his usual charming self and not some spell or potion.
Reaching out and tracing the back of his fingers across Natalie's cheek and down her neck, letting his hand rest at her shoulder. He stepped in closer to her, looking her over with a smile, his eyes moving slowly down her body and then back up, the look on his face very approving. Licking his lips, he leaned in dangerously close, taking a deep breath as his lips ran over Natalie's neck, finding her scent as intoxicating as it had always been. His hand danced lightly across Natalie's shoulder as he moved slowly up her neck, his lips stopping at her earlobe. "Prinzessin, I never said you were not good enough to be my wife and perhaps under different circumstances, things could be different between us," he whispered into her ear as he slowly backed away, his hand moving up to her face, not really sure of what to expect from Natalie now.
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Post by Natalie Bane on Feb 6, 2007 21:25:53 GMT -5
The attention that Vincet gave Natalie was what she wanted.. however his words seemed a little dry for her tastes. Good thing she wasn't herself or she probably would have went psychotic on him. Instead as his hand gently glided over her skin she let her eyes narrow and her breath grew a little quicker, a little lighter. She could feel the warmth of his body as he leaned in so close to her and as he whispered those words in that thick accent it actually merited a soft moan. What was it he said? 'Under other circumstances'.. meant he didn't want her now? Well right now Natalie wasn't sure if she cared or not.. She was going to have him.
A smile issued across her pink lips, lips that were tingling in anticipation and the way they grew slightly fuller - more welcoming showed this. "Different?" She gave a small laugh, bringing her hand up to his chest to toy with the buttons of his shirt. "Vincet.. you're mine so I will have you.. And I'll do anything it takes to make sure that you will have all you desire, and more." She lowered her chin, looking at him with up turned eyes. If anything was known about Natalie it was that she was serious, you know.. in a non drugged up on some sort of kink love potion kind of way. Still maybe there was some truth in this.. She never really thought about Vincet, or wanting him before - she was too defiant. However Natalie could be possessive and if she ever thought of him as really being hers, well lets say she would have reason or motivation to move in a more aggressive manner.
She knew that he was backing away.. and perhaps if she was your normal girl she would beg and plea and throw herself at his feet. However just because her goal was making her the object of his desire (as he was hers.. right now) didn't mean that she would go about getting it the same way as any other girl. No, she was a little too hungry if you dare say for such childish tactics. She was an aggressive creature and she had a craving that only he could satisfy...
With this being said she merely stepped up the game to make it a bit more physical. She was a predator and a woman so it wasn't the first time she had ever lured anyone out.. However this was the first time ever that she was the one wanting ... him.. anything that he could physically give her - and although she wasn't the most emotional creature, well she'd even take that now. She moved up and against him, lifting her leg slowly and letting it slide up the side of his leg. "Vincet I can show you many things.. because I have stronger desires than others are willing to pursue... Besides, can you really walk away and settle for something less - knowing what you could have?" Natalie was good at many games.. she wasn't good at loosing.
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