Thread: The Perplex Parcel Pursuit Project (darkangel76 p Lotherio)

The hand upon the table found the trail of vines again as he listened to her. Lament feinted Mathieu as he listened to her tails of being the apt student, while he celebrated within. Glistening in his thoughts was Luke, the wealth of the world in his fingertips, it was dreadfully pleasant no thought Mathieu, she will come gently. The game was still afoot, he could decide later on the details, devils may care, but for now her words poured over him like milk on alabaster, and hope gleamed again in his eyes at his offer, perhaps he wanted to hear that, expected it, and it affirmed his designs all along. Traveling the winds is the journey of vagabonds Miss Granville, he assured her when she became curious about what all was entailed in these details. For a teacher like myself, this is a deserved opportunity to find so rare a student as yourself. The hand on the vines reached for her idle hand, the one not inclined towards the pendant, to fold over it so gently as with care and comfort one might give to the most delicate of glass intrigues by a renowned artist. I assure you this would be very hands on. I would imagine with such an apt student as your self Miss Granville, my hands would have want to truly show you all the wonders that I see before me. His eyes deep in hers, he lets his finger caress her hand, giving it no mind to brush gently upon the surface of any skin it found. Glancing down a moment at that coupling of finger to such gentle, warm flesh, his eyes came up her center, looking at her dainty fingers upon the pendant as if that alone highlighter her cleavage, admiring the way her breathing accentuated everything she did in that corset, taking in a warm breath himself, exhilarating in the moment of wanting to teach. You are truly the student deserving to take on new form, a fine instrument the likes the greatest symphony has yet to behold, we would not be vagabonds traveling the winds, but explorers seeking to truly understand, define, and mold you that all my understand this rare quality that is, his hand left her finger and he gestured lightly to encompass her entire being, you. Then he spoke more quietly, as if conspiring with her of course, she was his conspirator now. A fear though we must leave all this behind, a wave to indicate the caf, the street outside, the horses, the stables, the family house, the city and the world, Tonight. Why, it sounded so good to him, he didnt even think he would have to give ample reason for the necessity of tonight. It was rather soon, but he travelled so lightly, it mattered not when he would leave. Not so sure of the next part of the plan, Mathieu only hoped this bait would be taken, it were a stretch to fathom she would leave so soon. Oh, but Luke was certain, shed all but given herself to him, and the way her body read was like an open book, no, a beacon of light, no, a lighthouse, a lighthouse to his ship, tossed in a storm and seeking a wondrous, secluded harbor to call upon that it may find seclusion from that storm and seek the shelter and safety of the turbulent seas. While his eyes sparkled in this wicked thoughts, his mouth remained serious, as if needing to hear her agreement to his proposal, least he become heartbroken and forlorn.