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Post by • fredrick norwood on Apr 26, 2009 1:05:32 GMT -6
Frederick loved dancing with her. The soft patter of the rain, her body against his, and the invisible music they moved to were wonderful. He wondered how far they would go. He would hate to never again have any sort of chance with Laura after she sobered up, which was likely. Frederick slowly caressed Laura's cheek. She was beautiful with her hair down. Everything about her screamed beauty, not snob.
The rain had soaked her dress, and it clung to her body tightly. Frederick couldn't help but notice, and it made him smile to think how the normal Laura would have reacted to that. He was more tempted than ever to take advantage of her, but he didn't want to unless he had some encouragement. He didn't want it to be completely his idea, since that would make it easier to work on Laura after she was sober again.
He took off his soaking jacket and threw it over a stall. His shirt was also soaking wet, and it outlined his muscles nicely. Frederick enjoyed exercise and was very fit. The two made quite a sight, and he couldn't help feeling glad that no one was watching. Especially someone who would report to his father. Mother he could handle, but father? Frederick was glad no one was watching. He smiled at Laura and wondered if she wanted him to take advantage of her. Either in this frame of mind, or in reality.
Bleh, lame post. Still, I don't want him to do something *fade to black* without some encouragement, because having it be all his idea would make his post-alcohol job with Laura harder. We'll see where this goes. lol
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Post by laura delaford. <3 on Apr 28, 2009 18:53:13 GMT -6
Laura watched as he took off his jacket and grinned as she saw his chest all laid out for her. Still under the influence of the alcohol of course Laura began to undo her dress before letting it just fall to the ground leaving her only in her corset and undergarments. Laura looked over at Fredrick and grinned before stepping closer to him and twirling around again so he could have a full view. Of course Laura was going to go there because that was what her new mind wanted her to do and now she didn't care what anyone thought or what the consequences would be.
Laura moved closer to Fredrick and reached out and touched his chest. She ran her hand down his chest feeling the muscles underneath. She pulled on it asking him to take it off completely. Not waiting for a reply or even letting him take it off she began to unbutton it herself and place her cold hand on his warm chest. She let it sit there for a second before moving it around his chest letting her take in everything about it.
Yes, she was being a bad girl. Did she realize that? Not now. Did she care? Not at all. When the alcohol wore off would she care? Oh yes she would. The thing was though that now she was urging Fredrick on and well if he wouldn't do it then Laura would most likely just undress both herself and him without any help from him.
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Post by • fredrick norwood on Apr 29, 2009 3:51:26 GMT -6
Frederick watched as she dropped her dress, standing in the rain in just her sopping undergarments. The fabric clung to her shapely body and the water made it virtually see through. It left little to the imagination. She came up and leaned against him, feeling his chest through his shirt. She asked him to take it off, but did it herself without waiting. Frederick smiled. He was getting into this.
Now they were standing in the rain together, her in her undergarments and him in his pants. His normally bouncy curly hair had become straight in the rain, and he had to keep moving it out of his eyes. He moved towards Laura and kissed her. This time it was even more exciting than before, and he held her close. This was perfect. He still knew in the back of his mind that eventually she would be sober and hate him forever, but he pushed the thought away. He'd deal with that later.
He realized where this was going and had a thought. "Laura," He said, breaking away from the kiss, "If someone comes out, and we're caught here like this, we're both dead meat. Maybe we should find somewhere more private?" He glanced around and spotted an empty shop. He remembered it had been a dress shop of sorts a few months ago, but now it was closed. He pointed it out, and asked if she thought that would work.
Do you want to lead in, fade to black, and lead out? It might be quicker that way. Then we can start working on the clean-up after she begins coming to her senses!
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