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Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

Lanna, I'm so very sorry. I've made you uncomfortable, and after all you've done for me already. Please forgive me, though I've said nothing untrue, I'm sometimes ill at ease with women. Especially very beautiful ones. While I dated some at school, they usually kept us on a tight rein. The only dates I ever had were ones where I was asked out. But, speaking professionally, any man who is single would be a fool and idiot not to prefer a woman like yourself. You have far too much class and prospects to ever consider a whelp like me... But that leads me to ask a favor. In the evenings, which are yours to do as you please if you judge that the work done is sufficient, would you consider tutoring me on how to approach and court a woman? Carruthers has tough me manners, and proper etiquette, but my tongue ties up before I can ever even ask. So, as my manager, if I could practice with you... He looked away, his turn to blush. Why had he asked that. She was probably offended.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

She was uncomfortable, but not in a way that made her feel afraid. It was difficult to explain, actually. Actually, his discomfort was more of a concern to her, at this point, than her own. She listened to him and instantly felt bad for having said anything...He hadn't meant anything by it. He was just young...and a bit naive. That was why she was needed, after all. And she would guide him to correct these mistakes. Really, you're not at all a whelp. A whelp doesn't wish to learn or improve himself, but continues to drain and be rude to the world around them. You, sir, are none of those things. And very kind. She smiled softly and blushed. Really, I am flattered that you take pride in my good qualities, but you must be more careful of what you say. I'm not the right person to talk to about marriage... Of course, that was partially because she was not and had never been married. And never been asked, but by a few drunken men at the pub and guild. I...I'm not sure that it would be a good idea for us to associate in that manner. Certainly not without a chaperone. She paused for a moment and thought it over. However, if you ever have need for advice in the matter...or if you'd ever like to talk to me, that would be alright. She smiled and nodded.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

He listened but cocked his head. Lanna, I'm curious. not asking or anything. But apart from the fact that you are a few years older than me, and a heck of a lot more capable, why would you are I be a bad match. I don't want to marry someone for their title, but for the find of person they are. So let me have it, tell me why I'd be a bad match for you. He assumed that she'd be good for him. He'd want a woman like her in a heartbeat. But if a woman like this told him what was wrong with him, he had a chance to change himself.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

She thought about his question seriously for a long moment. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you sir...I'm sorry, Hugh, she corrected herself. I hardly know you, and you don't know my personality. It was unwise of me to judge...but it's not so much that a woman like myself and a man such as yourself would be unsuited...it's just that, for the two of us to...fraternize...it wouldn't be right. And now she was the one fumbling for words and sticking her foot into her mouth. It's mostly a question of perception, Hugh. I'm flattered that you think so highly of me, really! I just don't know what to do about it.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

He glared at her for a minute. Shouldn't fraternize? Madam, If I said that to you, people would call me a snob. You are in no way beneath me, quite the contrary, but if my title makes me unsuitable, I am quite sorry. I was born with it. Chew me out for wasting some of my school years, and not learning the business, but don't you make me feel along because of my stupid birth! That's what took my parents away and I hate it! He spun and fled the room, going to his own, where he actually cried into his pillow. It was all jus too much to fast in the last two years. He knew he needed to apologize, but he couldn't face her yet.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

She hadn't meant anything by what she'd said, and in no way had she made the connection to his rank. It was just that an unwed woman and a young man ought not to be left alone together according to polite society. It was one thing for business, and quite another for personal time. That was all she'd meant. But of course, it came out wrong and now she'd offended her employer. She looked helplessly at one of the servers. Oh, dear. I've done it now... The server sighed. It was an unfortunate choice of words madam. The young lord is...sensitive. Give him some time. I'll bring him his lunch in his room, and you're free to stay here or go back to the study. Rather than sit at the empty table and be reminded of her utter social failure, she chose to leave for the study and took her food there. She forced herself to eat it all, though she wasn't hungry anymore, and it still all tasted wonderful. She thanked everyone and gave her compliments to the chefs. She finished looking over everything and wrote up a report, which took upwards of an hour to do in her immaculate handwriting. She made it as easy to understand as possible and planned to explain anything else that might cause problems in the future in person. She stood up and gathered her things into a nice folder and arranged all of the materials in proper order and a proper place, locking away the past ledgers where they belonged. Now...she just had to wait for Hugh to find her.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

He was moping in his room when Carruthers dropped by. Carruthers, I need a drink. No, Sir. You don't. He paused, unable to believe his ears. Carruthers, I'm sure I heard you wrong. Young Master. You are wrong. But you are being an ass. If you do not listen to me now, I shall tender my immediate resignation...because I care for you too much. Carruthers had changed his diapers, he couldn't bear the thought of him leaving. Well...what, then. Sir, Miss Wainwright was properly performing her duties as your manager, looking out for your and the estate's interest. Her statements had nothing to do with class and everything to do with sex. To be sequestered with an unmarried older woman puts you at risk. And did you even pause to think how it would look for her? She's 24. Unmarried. This job might rise her to where she can get a good match, but you seem bound to destroy her! But I like her Carruthers! I think she's wonderful. Bully for you Sir. That's the problem. Sir, I admire Miss Wainwright and if it were in any way up to me, I would heartily encourage you to court her. But there is decorum to be observed. You must each be escorted. Do you want her, sir? Really? More than anything, Carruthers....Really. Then leave it to me Sir...but no more suggestions from you. But Sir. Your title. I know you didn't want it, but you still have a responsibility to use it for the good of all. Hugh met her in the study. Please sit, I need to say something. I misunderstood you earlier. What you said was right and true and I was too wrapped up in my own sensitivities to see it. Even if you had been commenting on my title, I overreacted. All I can do is ask your forgiveness. Carruthers stepped up. Miss Wainwright, all in this house appreciative your pleasant demeanor, fairness, honesty and charm. That being said, Master Hugh begs for the privilege of courting you, with intention of marriage, should such courting be pleasant and amicable to both of you. While he is impulsive, he is a good young man, healthy, and, with your help, he will have a good income for you. Personally, I would recommend him. That is all I have to say. Carruthers exited, leaving a gaping silence.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

Wow...this whole place went from one end of the spectrum to the other. Still, it seemed as though the servants employed here liked her well enough, and their lord was someone who seemed to wish to keep her around--for more than just tabulations, it seemed. As both her new employer and his oldest servant appealed to her for forgiveness, she wondered how she'd suddenly become such a respected person. As Hugh asked for her forgiveness in quite the politest apology she'd ever received, she felt her cheeks coloring as well. Really, it's my fault too. I should have chosen my words more carefully. I will gladly accept your apology if you'll only accept mine, and know how sorry I am to know that I hurt your feelings at all. She bowed her head, a few curly tendrils escaping her hair do. She stood up straight as Carruthers began his speech. As the older man left, she blushed, and there was a rather pregnant pause. I... she looked at Hugh now and studied his earnest face. Well...if you're sure you really want to pursue me...I'll consent. From what I've seen, I know you to be a fair and kind person, and all of your servants like you well enough. And you're unique...you value skill over gender. She smiled and blushed softly. She neglected to mention that she thought he was handsome as well, but that was something that didn't really matter much. He was likely the best offer she'd ever get, and it would be foolish to turn him down because she was giving age more precedent than personality.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

A bit of pride filled him at her kind words. It's easy to be nice when one is surrounded by good competent people who are so pleasant. Except for Carruthers, of course. He's turned grumpiness into a fine art. It's quite impressive to watch him find a way to say that a pretty sunrise means the day is ruined. Carruthers was smirking. Of course, master Hugh. Just as it's amazing that a boy can believe that if he runs fast enough, the mud from puddles won't stick to him. But we all have to learn. I've made a reservation for the ballet for two this evening in anticipation of silly interplay between you two. So I would advise kissing the lady's cheek and getting down to the coach. As Carruthers left, Hugh rolled his eyes, Isn't he horribly lovable? I do wonder one thing Lanna, why didn't you choose to marry. A woman who looks like you must have had scores of suitors. And with you obvious intelligence and friendly nature, you had to have made a choice not to marry. Which makes me feel perhaps unnecessarily special that you have decided I might be worth it. You are the most engaging woman I've ever met, and I'd fight for the chance to pursue you if I thought it would help. But I think you'd look at such posturing as idiocy. He did lean in to kiss her soft cheek though. And he took her arm. You can tell me as we get to the coach and during the ride. Just as long as I get to be next to you, I'll be content.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

Lanna was terribly amused by the interaction between Hugh and Carruthers. Both men seemed pleasant enough, but perhaps it was only for her benefit that they behaved as they did. Thank you, she said softly to him. And then she remembered...she wasn't really dressed for the ballet. But if Hugh thought it was good enough to take her, and Carruthers too, then she had no choice. Besides, no one would be paying attention to her--just the dancers on stage. She watched the mysterious old man leave and returned her attention to Hugh. His question about her marriage and his ardent way of telling her how well he thought of her did two things at once--make her feel horrible, and make her feel happy. What a strange mixture. She smiled and shook her head. Despite my assets, Hugh, I'm not exactly marriage material for the kind of men who can take care of me--not just physically, but emotionally and intellectually. They resent my skills and belittle my intelligence, and I'm constantly told that I'm very beautiful--but it's a shame I have a mouth. She chuckled wondering how scandalized he would be. It's not an easy thing to be a woman, Hugh. Especially one with a brain. But you're very different, Hugh. And if you ever have to fight for me it won't be because someone else is the apple of my eye, I can assure you of that. The pretty woman smiled and collected herself, putting his arm through his, she walked along side him. Actually, to answer your question, I haven't found anyone worth my time.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

As they were walking toward the couch, he turned and grinned at her. Oh dear, you mean you aren't some brainless hussy, throwing your bosom around to attract a mate like a butterfly shows her wings? Sorry, if I offend. But I tend to say what I feel. I had more than a few women at school who snuck in to try to bed me, so they could be with child and get in on my estate. Lanna. I can't abide dull people. Keep that mouth in readiness, and say what you will. Especially since you are still my teacher in business, and how to make a woman happy. Hmm, I suppose in retrospect I should not have asked for that, as it gives you free license to order me to do things to make you happy. He looked sideways and grinned, teasing her. I'm going to assume that that last was not a jibe at me. I'm sure that when you decide to tease or harass me, your wit will be such that I will have no doubt at all. As for fighting for you...if anyone should disparage you, he or she had best be ready to defend themselves, because I will not brook any such behaviour towards the woman I hope to marry. Inside the coach, he bit his lip. Would a kiss be appropriate, or should I wait until after our date? He was humble and crestfallen as he asked, very conscious of his lack of knowledge and completely embarrassed.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

She smiled at his sarcasm and his feigned surprise, chuckling just a little. He surely did say what he felt as had been made clear to her from all other interactions she'd had with him. He was such an honest person. She ought to put more trust in him--after all, he seemed a special sort of man. Pleased that he thought well of her wit and voice, she laughed at his joke about her making him do things to make her happy. Well, that is what you wanted me to teach you, isn't it? she laughed softly and nodded. Of course not, it wasn't meant for you. If it had been, you and I would not be courting. She was glad that he would fight for her, but truly hoped that he wouldn't. It's kind of you to say such a thing. But I can fight my own battles. However, I'll be sure to call on you when I can't. She smiled and squeezed his arm. Once inside the coach, she settled in and looked over as he asked his terribly awkward question. It was cute that he had no idea what to do, but a little sad too. He certainly looked embarrassed. Well, some men might kiss a woman on the first date, but I think it's best to wait--and so do most women. It's a bit presumptuous to just kiss someone, don't you think? At that, she smiled and took on of his hands in hers. Really, you must try to relax. Everything will be alright. Be yourself.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

He nodded. I understand. I'd never think of you as cheap. I just want to see if I can make you happy...you've already done so much for me. When she held his hand, he sighed. Without thinking, he rested his head on her shoulder and sighed. I haven't been able to do this since...the attack. Someone decided that my father might block a particular bill in court and they firebombed my parents coach...you probably heard of the event, though the authorities hid who it happened to. I never got to say goodbye. I think mom and dad would have liked you.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

Hugh was a very sensitive young man--not that it was a bad thing, but it certainly brought matters like this to the forefront of a conversation at the most inconvenient of times. More often than not, however, she suspected that he held them in and she seemed of such a trusting nature that he could tell her anything. She blushed as he laid his head on her shoulder and felt strange--she wanted to comfort him, but at the same time she wanted to tell him this probably wasn't the best of things to do... I'm so sorry to hear that your parents were killed in such an awful manner, she said, frowning at the thought that he'd lacked a great deal of guidance. I'm flattered that you think they would have liked me. And I'm sure that I would have liked them as well. She frowned and squeezed his hand again--for reassurance. I'm sure they'd be very proud of you for taking this step in your life and moving on. She smiled and thought for a moment. I think you'll do very well with some guidance. I'll make a businessman out of you yet, she said with a chuckle. As for making him a good lover...well that was hardly an appropriate thing to discuss.
Thread: Can They Manage it? (Lan and Candira)

The ballet was Mozart and wonderful. They had his family's box seats and were served wine and treats. He held her hand during the sad parts and felt wonderful. He led her backstage afterwards, his position letting her meet the dancers and director. He so wanted to spoil her. How could other men have let her slip by, and how had he gotten so lucky. Then it was time to go. A rather drunken man stepped up and leered. What a nice pair you have! He wanted to deck the man, but remembered her words. Yes, we are a perfect couple, aren't we? He stepped between the man and Lanna, and prevented any further interaction. He waited to the coach to ask her if that was OK.
Thread: Eye of the Tiger [creamylips]

Brad hugged Tracy back, and couldn't help himself. He enjoyed the feeling of her healthy, small body pressed against his. Stepping back, he planted a kiss on her cheek, and explained himself. I work here, It was loud, so he spoke into her ear, Head of security... Great gi- hey... Let's get a table! The music had gotten louder, so he gave Tracy a little tug and motioned for her friends to follow him up to the VIP loft that looked down over the dance floor. It was much quieter, you could actually hear glasses clinking and people laughing. He led the entire entourage to a table, and turned around to speak to all of them still holding Tracy's hand. I'm Brad Morgan, head of security, and a good friend of Tracy and Tim's. All ya'll ladies are on the house tanight, so long as ya get out an dance the night away now, y'all hear?! He smiled, as they cheered, before turning to Tracy and smiling a bit of an awkward smile as he realized he was still holding her hand, which he let go of just then. So... Wedding is soon, ain't it? Glad ya'll thought of me. Got my invite last weeken. I'll be thar, fer sure... You're still fuckin- oops, mean, still incredibly gorgeous as ever Tracy. It's great ta seeya agin. Brad's thick accent always came out stronger when he talked to Tracy, he wasn't sure why, he watched her pretty face blush to his compliment and smiled. Glad to see he still had some effect on her, even if she was getting married to his best friend soon.
Thread: Eye of the Tiger [creamylips]

Tracy smiled at his compliment and she was sure that it made her cheeks turn a light shade of red. Thanks. You look pretty good yourself. She smiled at him as she looked him up and down. Damn, he sure was a pretty attractive guy maybe even more attractive than he was in college, if that was even possible. But he was still the same as ever, and she was glad that he hadnt changed much. Sometimes she would catch herself day dreaming about the good old days when all her friends were together in high school. How nice it would be to go back and relive those days. They were probably the best days of her life, and she missed being together with those amazing people all the time. And its really nice of you to treat me and my friends. You really dont have to do that. Though she knew there was probably no chance of her talking him out of it, but it was a sweet gesture and she really appreciated how he included all her friends in it. Of course we thought of you. The wedding wouldnt be our wedding unless the whole gang was there. Besides, Brad was supposed to be Tims best man at the wedding obviously he would have to be invited to do that. She wondered if Tim had told Brad that he wanted him to play that big of a part in the wedding, and incase he hadnt said anything yet Tracy kept her mouth shut. She didnt want to ruin Tims surprise for his friend. She took a look around the VIP room. It was really nice, as was the rest of the club. You look like youre doing pretty well for yourself. She told him with a genuine smile. She was happy that he had found a job that he liked, not to mention the fact that it wasnt anything illegal, which was a plus. Im sure this gig gets you a lot of gorgeous girls. Have you gotten serious with anyone yet? She was curious. Her and Tim were getting married soon and she wanted to know if anyone else in their group of friends had a love life. But in all honesty, she never really saw Brad as the type of guy to really settle down with one girl, though she really hoped that one day he would find someone he would want to do that with.
Thread: Eye of the Tiger [creamylips]

Nah, nothin yet. Brad shook his head slowly. He did not want to sound like a melodramatic fool, but really Tracy was the only girl he even thought about in that way. There'd been ones that attracted his cock for several long weeks, even months, but never a single female that had attracted his soul likes hers had when they were kids and troublemakers. Not that he'd ever tell her that to her face, plus, it wasn't that sort of French romantic shit that you read in the movies. It was more of... Fuck her silly, tug all her heart strings out, kiss her every second of the day, show her off to all his jealous friend, and fuck her again. Brad was too much of a badboy to just love her like a normal human being. He watched her friendly eyes, and open body language she was still as carefree as ever, but now she was taken. Although, if any of your friends are single... Or married, let me know. He winked at Travy, and leaned down to plant a kiss against her cheek. I'll be wandering... Just let me know if you need anything! And for you, I wanna dance with you later, once you get... Loose. You always took about three or four beers before you were any good out on the floor. Again he winked, and gave her a slight nudge, Nawh, I'm just messin. Yer the best dancer of all us... Trace, it's real good ta seeya.