Conversation Space IV.

[powersthatbe]

The small room is painted a dark beige, with stained wood paneling on the lower half, and lush burgundy carpeting. The ceiling, however, is cracked and bowed, sagging alarmingly, occasionally shedding chips of plaster. Wrought-iron lamp-posts in the corners suspend pale, wan globes of light, and between them along the walls run rows of painted sunflowers, all turned towards the center of the room as if listening attentively. A jutting spire of granite rises from the floor on a diagonal, its flattened top sporting a cracked wineglass from which the wine (a white) slowly spatters teardrops across the plinth. And there is no chair, but a therapist’s couch, blue with gold trim, and ornate scrollwork on the legs, beside which the fluted horn of a phonograph player pipes music into the room, quiet enough to just be background ambience.

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[iseethe]

"I'd hoped you would appreciate it," she says in a husky voice. She leans forward to brush her lips against his.

[willyousee]

He sighs against her mouth and delicately cradles her face with his hands to entice her to linger. The tip of his tongue touches her lips and requests admittance.

[iseethe]

Admittance is granted. She slides her fingers into his hair again, rolls her slim, boyish body against his.

[willyousee]

An involuntary shiver runs through him at her touch and he deepens the kiss in such a way as to give her all the control while keeping none of it for himself. Sweet, sensual exploration and appreciation, nothing more, nothing less. One hand slips slowly down her throat and shoulder, down her ribs and side to rest at her waist, trespassing no further. When finally he allows the kiss to break, he remains mere centimeters away, looking into her eyes and breathing, “One would think you seek to test the skills of my former trade, my lady.”

[iseethe]

She laughs, warm and throaty. "May I? I am, after all, your patron."

[willyousee]

"I wondered if you were above such worldly things," he whispers. "Especially with a mere mortal. You have others closer to your own station who must be glad of your company."

[iseethe]

"Only a select few of us engage in recreational reproduction," she murmurs, stroking his hair. "Perhaps my preferred partner does not have it in his idiom, not even in such a sideways fashion as I do. You see, it's the romanticism that draws me. You're quite good, aren't you, at romanticism."

[willyousee]

He smiles, blinking slowly up at her and turning his head just enough to lay a kiss on the inside of her wrist. “I do my best, my lady. You seem to blossom with it, as if it strengthens you. And if we both enjoy such things… it has been some time since I was honored with such a noble patron as yourself. I only wish that you need not settle for me when there is another for whom your heart yearns.” He is quiet a moment, looking soberly into her face. “…I cannot be him. I have always been a creature of the night and moon and shadow, not of the bright day. If you truly wish for someone like him, I fear you may be disappointed in my arms.”

[iseethe]

She sighs at his kiss. She does, truly, seem to enjoy this.

"You are my creature, not his. It would be foolish to expect you to be otherwise--and self-sabotaging. I only ask for worship in your touch."

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[willyousee]

“Ah now that… that I can certainly provide,” he breathes, and delicately cupping her face, draws her down into a warm, sweet, exploratory kiss. It seems likely that they will be there for some time.

It is certainly no hardship at all to discover the way an Arcanum makes love. With slow delight and showers of deliberate soft kisses, he helps her out of her garments one inch at a time. Each new place uncovered receives its own gentle adoration, and not once does he regret it. As he so often does with his patrons, he loses himself in the moment – he cannot separate himself out to observe and act both at once. Not in this. So he devotes himself entirely to the action rather than render a lack-luster performance. Once he has coaxed her entirely from her gown, he draws back, holding her hands till he can no longer and must allow them to separate. He kneels before her to begin divesting himself of his own clothing, hesitant in places, casting her shy glances as color lends depth to his shapely face. His shoulders bow as he curls inward, arms crossing over his chest and drawing down to his hips. He holds the pose a moment as if praying, shame over his disfigurement washing over him stronger than it has in many, many months. Naamah and Elua forgive him… he actually wants this woman’s approval.

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[iseethe]

"Ah," she says, in delight and wonder, her hand coming to rest upon his head. "Truly, you are all that I could want in my chosen. Your fancies and romances, they are sweet, but sweeter still is the confusion and fear, the doubt and worry and anxiety that clings to you. You deceive as easy as breathing. You are mine. You will always be so, Alcuin. Your very nature calls to me."

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[willyousee]

Alcuin shivers under her hand, a strange mix of pleasure and heavy dejection.  His flaws.  Not his virtues.  But then, what virtues does he have left?  It feels as though she knows him inside and out, and that he has no secrets before her, even though he knows she is not omniscient – none of her kind are.

Leaning into her touch, he turns his head to kiss her wrist, whispering, “I live to serve, my lady… the best that I can. I can only hope that I do not disappoint.” 

He is usually so confident in his abilities as a Servant, but here?  With her? He doubts himself.  She is no ordinary patron.  Perhaps she would enjoy it more if he were nervous.

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[iseethe]

She does. Oh, she does. The mouth of her false face turns up to see it.

"Mm. You do not. Even uttering truths, your mouth is sweet--your sweet mouth, will it lie for me when I ask it to, even as I now ask you to lie with me? We are working out our brackets. There are Jaunts still until mine. You will help win it for me, won't you, lovely boy?"

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[willyousee]

"Perhaps... I may lie, or shade the truth," he says slowly. "I may not know that it is your jaunt. Mystery shrouds all that you do, and yet, so it does for other subtle members of your kin. I know not what I shall do until the moment."

He leans forward against the edge of the couch, resting his head upon his arms near her knee. "...Will you be terribly upset with me?" he asks, muted, nerves charged with tension and uncertainty.

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[iseethe]

She pets his hair. She hasn't really stopped. "I will alert you," she tells him, "in the subtlest of ways. Right... here." The fingers of her other hand come to rest on the moon she had added to his marque. "Follow the urges I send to you through it," she breathes. "And then you shall please me. Even more than you please me now."

Her fingers, stroking the moon-mark. "Pretty Alcuin, should I lie on this couch, will you come ply your liar's tongue between my legs? Show me how clever you can be."

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[willyousee]

He shivers as she finds the mark, the tingle of her presence even more pronounced. "Of course, my lady... I should be honored." Turning his head, he lays a gentle kiss to the skin of her forearm.

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[iseethe]

"Mm. Such an obedient boy. You truly are my creature, aren't you, pretty Alcuin?"