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

While Mathieu De La Motte certainly could not deny that this woman, above all others, was truly a woman he fancied. No, he dare say, he longed for her. Which brought a sense of amusement to Gentleman Luke, a wicked cunning, happy thought that there was no way she could ever fathom that he secretly plotted to whisk her away, from her family no less, and show her the reality of the world. But oh that smile of hers, so demure, a hint of color there, but not overly done like the ladies of the night. It was as if she knew he fancied her on so many levels and she teased at his wistful thoughts. In fairness, it was more than the limps, it was those auspicious angles of her body that she so willingly seemed to provide him the pleasure of viewing. Certainly not just her body, it was the distinct choice of garments that allowed his mind to revel in those thoughts. The touch of thread on flesh, the cusp of her corset, cradling that heavenly swell of hers, exposing enough to really raise the considering of her passion fruit after all. If only to release them, or that potential within her, thought Mathieu. Lifting a brow out her words and offer of a willing student, Luke so thought it would indeed be glorious to teach her so many more things, it were as if she begged to be captured. Just to imagine, not only was this becoming worth his while all the more, but he was receiving coin for this. Oh the joy in that, being paid for such pleasant leisure, why, wouldnt that make him the envy of any real gentleman who labors to obtain that ultimate goal. Do tell, he said as the drew closer, For I can see in your, looking at the trail of her hand upon those soft mounds, a pause, eyes, that you are eager to learn. Impishly his features toyed with his smile as she offered to be his prized student, his own heart racing despite his want to remain in control of the situation completely. A satisfying inhalation of breath, relieved she felt the same and that she was so willing a participant in all of this. The ringed hand came out of the fold, and one may take notice of the design of this marvelous wonder, that the gem was the clock, for below the gem there moved a plate of some sort that perhaps half covered the gem from below. This hiding his flesh in that section and mirroring the heavens above, that is, it being midday, the plate below exposed most all his flesh, but following the sun, it would slowly move to darken the gem by disallowing the warmth of his skin to appear through the device, darkening it as the night sky. Ring held sway on his mid-finger while his index finger so delicately began tracing the intricacies of the wrought iron vines on the table surface. Herein lies a dilemma that grieves my heart to share with you My delectable Miss Granville, he said, that finger following a whorl that spun outwards, unraveling towards her own hands. You are like the finch, a marvelous bird that most men keep caged. The tilt of his head implied the metaphor that he would expound upon, That is, you are bound here by obligations of family, shall we say. Oh, Luke enjoyed this, the real bounding of sorts was yet to come. And I, like the hawk, am bound to roam free. Ive much business the world abound. His finger almost bumped into her hand, but he lifted both of his brows with some mild play of shock, stopping his hand before they had their first real physical encounter. I would like nothing more than to teach you the great many wonders that I behold when I look at you. I already feel the pride swelling, but I do not have the full time to properly teach you before I must take winds to distant and exotic ports of call. Then his hand collapsed as if exhausted, it resting along side hers that the faintest of his hairs found hers. I fear if I were to take on a student, she would need to fully devote herself to such study that she must accompany me and, I can see, you are tied to many obligations here. Dramatic sigh, verbalizing, Alas As if he did not have an answer for the perplexing intrigue.