Thread: Au-delà du Temps: Beyond Time (LeatrixSage x SacrlettRose)

Hearty manly laughter burst forth out of Roarke as she claimed to ponder the idea of stabbing him, not once but twice! Her sense of humour pleased him, though he was quite certain she was only half jesting. Nonetheless and even at his expense he could indeed enjoy such banter. Especially when it came from a creature that looked like she might wither and perish if he simply touched her. I will have to sleep with one eye open while you are under my roof then. He continued to chortle and as she began to behave unladylike he simply raised a brow watching with intelligent eyes to see where this was going. She was testing her limits. Maybe he had been too accommodating with her. He supposed then it was his own fault she was acting up. The dungeon seeming more and more like a possibility. However, he yawned and realised he was simply tired and shouldn't let Adelaide Aedler put him out of sorts. After she replaced his cup of tea back next to his plate, he held her gaze as he sipped from the same cup. Mademoiselle Aedler had no idea she was competing with a pro at this game. Though, he had to give her a hand when she started touching and talking about her breast so lewdly as he almost choked on the now tepid tea. Wessex could not quite believe the lengths she would go to or had never met such a bawdy lady like her in his life. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not but quickly decided on not. He liked his ladies to be ladies in society. However when it came to the bedroom . . . That was an altogether different game. His eyes shifted from the gorgeous pale hills of her breasts to Annette when the old woman had entered. Addie's hand in his his. Her gaze locked on his until she addressed Annette and then arose to shoo the old maid out of the room. Slouching in his seat at an angle, One partially bejewelled hand covering the lower portion of his dark face he listened to her without inflection and with a raised brow. God she was absolutely bloody stunning when she was trying to manoeuvre him in his own home! Roarke had to admit as he watched her like a cat watching it's prey. However, that did not mean he wasn't vexed with her accusations, nor did he particularly appreciate the way she was speaking to him. He was the master of this household and if she didn't know her place, then she would learn it. Simply because he indulged her whims did not mean she could act out of turn towards him. She clearly a lady of some good standing and she would be acting as such. When she finished her tirade, he simply sat there for a long unnerving moment. His dark gaze fixed upon her delicious form. It was certainly a change to host such an attractive and somewhat formidable foe for once. I assure you Addie, He finally spoke, his voice a deep rumble restrained but holding a sharp edge to his words. The Marquess rose from his seat. Slowly moving around the table and walked towards her as he continued. His riding boots echoing against the hard wooden floors. My decisions and my intentions were indeed made, as you say, the very moment I laid eyes upon you. It was not long before Roarke was upon her. Trapping her between the door and his large looming form, one hand resting above her head against the door frame. His lips moved to her ear. His words nothing but a harsh, hot whisper against her fair skin. As for my carnal desires, be sure Mademoiselle, if and when you share my bed, it will be because you , my sweet Addie, want to be there. He turned his face slightly so he could look down and peer straight into her exotic eyes. In fact, you'll be begging me for it. And with those final prophetical words, he swooped down, stealing another earth shattering embrace from her sweet lips. His hand behind her opening the door while the other clasped onto her upper arm, breaking off the passionate kiss as he swung the door open and manoeuvred her back and out. Servants squeaking at the unexpected opening of the door as they had tried to listen in on the happenings beyond in the breakfast room between their master and possible future mistress. Oh. His lean from pressed against the door as he spoke in English so the servant's could not understand and grin plastered against his roguish features. You know, it's quite of amusing how you mentioned my thinking you a French spy in cahoots with Bonnie boy when I had mentioned no such thing. Intressant . . . N'est-ce pas? With that he slammed the door on her lovely face and went back to his breakfast. Of course he had alluded to it but never actually mentioned anything about espionage or Napoleon himself. It really was interesting indeed . . . Annette had practically shrieked when her master had suddenly opened the door. She had chided the maids for listening but had quickly joined them. The mistress to be was certainly of a fiery sort, she thought to herself but she was certain the girl would do her master some good. He, in her opinion certainly needed some reigning in and only the hand of a good woman could do that. That however, did not mean it would be an easy job for Mademoiselle Aedler and indeed, she did not envy the woman. Annette frowned when Lord Wessex spoke in English. She couldn't understand the crass tongue! When he was gone she turned to Addie with a smile. Madam. Come, follow me if you please. The little old lady led Addie through the maze of a house until they reached the morning room and a woman with black hair peppered with a good dose of grey sat up right in a fine down. The woman could not be more than forty years old. She smiled brightly and stood up and curtsied when Addie entered behind the maid. Bonjour Madam Galae! Annette greeted the seamstress cheerily clearly boasting an acquaintance. Bonjour Annette! Madam Galae returned, her eyes quickly shifting to Addie's. Is this my Lord's latest conquest? She asked Annette coquettishly, displaying the charms French women were known for. She was certainly intrigued by this new creature that the notorious Wessex had bought home. After all, it was not long ago that he was seeing that horrible demanding Spaniard that Madam Galae would rather forget. I know all the ladies of gay Paris but . . . I do not know you Madam?