Thread: Rescueing Montague: A 7th Sea Romance (darkangel76 & doom)

Re Rescueing Montague A 7th Sea Romance darkangel76 doo Alexandria's slumber is restful, but her dreams are vivid. She knew from experiance when a dream was a portent and not just a normal dream, and this one she knew immediatly was such a dream. She stood in front of Matthew, his pistol drawn in her face. Somehow she wasn't afraid, as if she knew it was going to happen. She is laying on her back, and she feels a tongue on her most intimate parts. She looks down to see Matthew looking back up at her, his eyes fevered with lust for her. She is watching him in mid sword stroke. Every muscle in his body is clentched and coiled. His motions are so smooth and elegant, she had never thought of swordplay as anything but crude, yet somehow he seemed to make it like a dance. His blade cut men down, a half dozen of them, which brought him face to face with her brother. She is sitting on his thighs, both of them fully clothed. He has his left hand on the small of her back and his right gently supports her head. His cheeck is against her own and he whispers that he loves her. She knew this already, but hearing it send a shiver of thrill throughout her body. He is above her, between her thighs. She savors the feeling of her inner thighs against the muscles of his torso. He is on his elbows, looking down at her with such love, love she had never known from any man but her father, differnt from that love as it is fused with a lust and need. Despite this he is in control, Beg me, beg for what you want. His voice is both teasing and serious at once. She knows he will not take her until she beggs him to. She is walking toward him. He is standing and looking to his left, a pocket watch in his right. She is late and knows it. She is relieved he has waited for her. He turnes and meets her eyes with his own, but the emotion she had seen before and expected to see again isn't there. Instead he seems mildly peturbed at her lateness. He replaces his watch and gives her a formal bow, his eyes never leaving hers. He starts to speak, but the dream ends abruptly. He brother's servant is shaking her awake. It is late afternoon, she has over slept! She is informed that her brother will attend business this afternoon and she is free to shop if she chooses to. She must rush to make her appointment. She relives the last portion of her dream, in every detail. Now she notices that he is dressed in clean clothing and has shaved his face. As she gets closer she doesn't smell any booze, instead she smells mint leaves. He has gone to great lengths to impress her, it seems. Yet his eyes treat her as an employeer and not a lover. Her dream had come out of order, it seemed, as dreams of the future often do. M'Lady, do you find my appearance more acceptable this morning? I believe you asked that I prove myself, I am prepared. Dangling from his left hip is a very dangerous looking rapier, from his right is an elegant main gauche'. He obviously expects her to have some challenge for him to prove his skill. His manners now, are impeckable as is his appearance. There is still a wearyness in his eyes, but it is muted now, he is being professional.