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Post by beckett on Nov 2, 2007 9:34:40 GMT
::He did not take the handkerchief of his white hand, if not that approached her with arrogant steps until his body almost they touched. This meeting reminded to him the meeting that had with miss Swann weeks ago, but it was different, she did not dye a gun that him was pointing at the head. Did not his smile disappear of his sensual lips and without her stopping looking at the eyes said to her :: " Please, Might you treat me the wound, my dear? "
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Post by madambeckett on Nov 2, 2007 9:37:09 GMT
"You dare flirt with me?" She laughed, "I will heal your wounds Lord Beckett...if it so pleases you"
She dabbed the wound with the handkerchief, the fine material becoming immediately stained. "I always did have a weakness when it came to you," she admitted reluctantly.
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Post by beckett on Nov 2, 2007 9:58:09 GMT
"I like the challenges and I like that you are dare, Marie ":: He expressed a weak hiss of pain when he felt the pressure of the handkerchief on the cut:: " Also, who is not going to treat me better my wounds if it is not me ex-wife":: Aked at her with irony, a delightful irony, an irony that she knew so well, but also this irony could hurt::
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Post by madambeckett on Nov 2, 2007 10:02:39 GMT
"You take great risk trusting me," she replied coldly. She took a closer look at the cut, the tip of her nose brushing against his stubbled chin, "yes, this will need alcohol." A wily smirk curled her lips, and she went to his desk, where sat a full caraffe of amber spirit. Gently, she poured some on the fine silk, before placing it, rather savagely back upon his cheek. He hissed in pain, but she merely smiled.
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 2, 2007 10:05:50 GMT
**a rap on the door**
It be but me! May I dare to come in or am I.....**sly grin**....intruding?
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Post by madambeckett on Nov 2, 2007 10:09:02 GMT
Marie turned sharply on her heel, face turning a nasty shade of red.
"Sam! What in the name of the lord are you doing here...it's sort of a bad time." She gestured to the intimate session with the alcoholic handkerchief.
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 2, 2007 10:23:38 GMT
Uh, oh.....well...um....my bad?
Oh, was that an undead monkey???......let me go check...
**belsamuel quickly departs with a slam of the door in his embarrassed retreat**
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Post by beckett on Nov 2, 2007 11:05:15 GMT
:: Cutler looked intensely at Marie and a grateful smile appeared in his lips. It did not thank her for well that had treated the cut, only his suggestive smile said everything. It took his handkerchief and it was pressed lightly between small gestures of pain, a few almost imperceptible gestures::
:: When he saw the newly come one, he smiled with suspicion and sat down in his elegant chair of wood with red lining of velvet:: " Welcome and sit down, belsamuel, please"
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Post by madambeckett on Nov 2, 2007 11:07:12 GMT
"Cutler...."
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 2, 2007 11:09:12 GMT
**called through closed door**.....Uh ...no really....don't let me bother you....I'm good....
**belsam thinks never get in the way of a woman and her prey**
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