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

If he were a snake, she certainly had charmed him, but he wasnt, though when her eyes found his, he was mirroring her own reaction letting his eyes follow her body up so that their gaze met almost precisely on cue. If one really looked at him, he was dressed nearly the same as before, a derby instead of his taller top hat today, but it rested on the table in the quaintness of the caf. His cane too along the table, bumped so gently by his elbow as he rose when her eyes found his. One might of speculated he would nearly embrace her then and there, his hands fidgeting as if resisting such a temptation and trying to give some sway towards his gentlemanly etiquette. When he did step forward, his arms came up, maybe given way to that embrace after all, but one hand skirted past her almost atop her fabric and he gave a bow instead of meeting her body to body. That when he stepped past her, he had but to turn gently to grasp the delicate chair to pull it out for her. Was that really his intention or did he revert to being a gentleman so that he may wear his manners so safely in public least he offend the silent observers of the world? Though when he did slip past to grab the chair, his warm breath seeped out of his mouth like a warm blanket, soft with anticipation perhaps, My good Miss Granville, I am pleased and honored by your company. He did indeed insert some possession in there, bordering between formal and informal. The hand that slipped past her, rising up to nearly touch her shoulder as if an invisible barrier stayed his hand at the precise distance he was maintaining, but it was a thin barrier indeed and he was sure he could feel the heat rising from her body, his lips needing moisture as he greeted her and then offered the chair such that his on tongue tipped out of his lips and ran briefly along the bottom lip. Following this of rouse, he rounded each lip to spread that moisture, least he risk talking raspy from some growing parchedness in his throat. Or as the whistler might do to assure a more proper tone pleasing to the ears. Eyes following her as she hopefully did take the offered seat and again bless him with an advantageous viewing, I confess my thoughts have lingered much on the idea of further lessons with you. Indeed, so apt a student, a teacher may wonder what else he has to offer you in wisdom that he may watch the woman you are continue to grow and blossom before him so miraculously. As watching the garden bloom, each new leaf unfolded on a single flower is a glorious development and one to be admired for all its beauty. Then he was back around to his side, sitting amiably in his chair and nearly crossing his legs effeminate but not quite while his hands folded atop the table. This was a real treat and again, in her company he wasnt really minding his chore at all, indeed, seeing her like this made it more worth his while than for his employer. The gears of his mind were turning further still, wondering how to drag this out after she was aboard his ship and sailing for Cordal. Then the curiosity of what she would think of him then, but it mattered not, for he would hold her captive. The thoughts flittered under the surface of his mind as he leaned over the table precociously. Why, it was almost as debauched as the proximity between them when he arose to hold the chair for her. Though at this distance one would certain notice the rise of his nostrils as he took in the scent that was her. No matter what fragrance, it would seem he found it sweater than anything he had smelled before. He gave no words to what he was doing other than to breath deeply and smile with a small satisfaction somewhere in the idea of a shared secret as he looked at her face quietly.