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 Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 11:27 am
Victoria was a bit stunned by what Jonathan was doing, so she sighed, ploping her head on his shoulder and listening to him read. It was a bit of an interesting thing, really. The pirate felt a bit childish this way, but she figured that it was alright. After all, how long would it be before she ever saw her old friend again?
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 12:42 pm
Jonathan finally turned the tables on Victoria after so many years. She wanted sex, and was expecting sex, but he did something that completely blew her away; he refused her request (demands, more like), and decided to do something he enjoyed. Jonathan smugly kept on reading to the poor girl, weither she wanted it or not (mostly because the lock on the door was primitive, and Jonathan had the key, and couldnt be opened from either side without it). "Chapter thirty, the Battle of Guan Du..." he continues reading, after an hour, never flinching or showing any fatigue, much in contrast to the woman beside him.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 1:28 pm
By that point, she was very, very drunk, and in a very bad mood. Taking her head off of his shoulder, she stared at him in a grumpy manner, poking him with a finger. "This reading is all well and good," she mumbled, her words slurred and strange sounding.
"But this is not what I want..."
Standing up, she plopped herself on the man's lap, one leg on either side of him, staring him straight in the eyes. "And you're not being very kind, locking me up in this room. I do have errands to run...I think..."
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 3:45 pm
Jonathan smirks and runs a finger across Victoria's leg seductively. "Well then, Lady Victoria," he says with a devilish grin, "what was it that you wanted?" He closes his book, using his thumb as a bookmark, and looks at the woman expectantly.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 4:09 pm
Leaning in, Victoria whispered against his ear again: "All you know is that you want...here is a chance." Her words were intended to match the seduction of his fingers, which had sent a delightful shiver up her spine. A small mewl escaped her throat, her chest pressed against his.
"What will you do?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 4:17 pm
"Ah, to hell with it," Jonathan says, tossing the book to the side and climbing on top of Victoria with an evil grin. "A chance like this with a girl I loved doesnt come every day." He knew he would catch hell if his new fiancee found out, but she's currently on the Dementia. What could she do, after all?
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 4:41 pm
Letting out a startled noise when she was climbed on top of, Victoria looked quite surprised, her entire body going a bit rigid. "J-Jonathan...?" she squeaked out, looking up him, now more than just a bit confused.
What was it she had gotten herself into, again? That was certainly a good question to ask, so she asked herself. Um...answer is... Problem was, she couldn't really think of a proper one.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 4:49 pm
Jonathan smirks as he runs his fingers down Victoria's dress. "Isnt this what you wanted all along?" he asked in a whisper, a look of wanton lust fills his eyes. His fingers start running down her leg, sending shivers up the poor girl's spine. "After all, we have all the time in the world to get reaquianted, but scant few chances for making love."
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 5:05 pm
"I..I..." Victoria stammered, now completely unsure as to what in God's name she was doing. And then, that pillow started to seem quite comfortable, and her body was wrapped in an envolping warmpth. "I'm sleepy..." she murmured, curling up and starting to close her eyes.
"Nighty night..."
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 5:18 pm
Jonathan chuckles to himself and gets up off of Victoria onto the floor, wondering how Lady Victoria reduced herself from a prim and proper cabin girl to... this. Still, he really had no interest in seducing her, after all she put him through as a kid. He had feelings for her, but that was long replaced by a certain French girl. Even so, Jonathan still admired Victoria... growing into a fine figure of a woman, despite her attitude and drunken behavior.
As this would be the last he would most likely see of her, Jonathan had one final task to do... He leaned over to kiss the beautiful woman on the lips, as she slept peacefully, and took off his locket and placed it in her hand, returning it to its rightful owner. He then picked up his book, replaced it into his jacket, and unlocked the door, exiting to the commonroom down below. Cosette's honor was still intact.
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 4:33 pm
Samuel noticed as the man that had taken Victoria upstairs came back alone. He sat there in thought for a moment after all it really wasnt his matter, but after awhile of no sign from Victoria he begain to worry.
Even though she hated him, he couldnt help but care. That was just the sort of guy her was. Standing from the bench he ventured up the stairs and begain to look for Victoria. Finding a door slightly left opened he peeked in and saw Victoria out on the bed. He worried about what might have happened. He entered the room and shook her arm lightly.
"Victoria? Victoria? Are you alright?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 4:55 pm
Startling, Victoria shot upwards, something cool in her hands, her eyes wide and bloodshot. "Dear Gods..." she muttered, looking wild. "What have I done?! I've absolutely disgraced myself! I will never drink again!" she cried, moving to get off the bed, only finding herself face to face with Samuel.
Another cry, and she toppled off the bed at the man's feet, object held tightly in her hands, a monster of a headache beginning to form. "This is why I don't drink with men..." she grumbled, looking livid now. Getting up, she blinked, wobbling as she gave Samuel a good look, biting her lip as she looked at him.
"I know not how you found out my true name, but I'm imploring you to not use it. As of right now, only one person is truly allowed to call me that, and it's a name I'd prefer not to use. Please, just call me Zaldeer. It will make both of our lives easier."
Nearly tripping over her feet again, she gave Samuel an apologetic look. "I promise I will speak to you again, but first, give me just a few moments...there's someone I must speak to before he leaves."
With that, the white headed lass began to slowly make her way towards the first floor of the tavern, the pendant held tightly in her hands, her cheeks flushing crimson. I need to... she thought to herself, looking relieved when she found Jonathan still there. Walking over to him as sober as she could, she cleared her throat and stuck her vision to his neck, not really having the courage, or the desire to look him in the eyes at the moment.
"Jonathan...could I have a moment?" Her voice was meek and timid, much like how she used to speak when her father was around: like a lady.
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 5:14 pm
Jonathan was drowning himself in his wine as Victoria came down the stairs to talk to him. Mentally rolling his eyes, he decided to just indulge her this once in conversation. "What is it you wish?" he asked politely, setting down his drink on the table. Jonathan scooted out a chair with his foot for her to sit down and speak to him, not as a lady, but as an equal.
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 5:30 pm
Taking the seats after sifting her skirts underneath her, biting her lower lip as her forefinger went to scratch behind her ear---a nervous habit she had had, even when she was young. "My wish...is to apologize to you for my atrocious behavior..." she began, looking down at her bare knees, a blush creeping across her cheeks.
"That...and to say..." she paused, opening her hand, eyes staring down at the silver locket in her hand. "Thank you."
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 5:45 pm
Jonathan nods in acknowledgement to Victoria and goes back to his wine. "You are welcome, Zaldeer," he says, not looking up from his glass. His tone and his acknowledgement of her nickname is a frightening change to those who know him. He was always polite and gentlemanly, but this time he chooses to talk to her like an equal or a lesser.
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