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Post by Bails on Aug 26, 2010 16:54:16 GMT -5
Tyr lead her by the hand down a dark hallway and into an office. He motioned to a winged back chair with one hand. "Sit, please. Would you like a drink?"
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Post by Xable McQueen on Aug 26, 2010 16:59:11 GMT -5
She sat, folding one leg over the other and watching him like a preditor. He was on edge, and she loved it. Pausing she watched him get as far as picking up the bottle, then she rose swiftly, and took it from his hands, pressing herself between him and the counter. Xable run her heel up his thigh. "Do I need to remind you whose the servant here?" She asked him. Xable could be good sometimes, and apparently somthing was going on here, and she needed to be golden. "Sit yourself." she told him, a crystal glass appearing in her hand. She knew how to serve a king, if only he'd behave like one.
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Post by Bails on Aug 26, 2010 17:05:36 GMT -5
Tyr sat back, crossing his legs. "Normally you spit in my face and snarl. I thought I'd bypass all that and save myself the pound of flesh and pint of pride you seem to enjoy taking so much."
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Post by Xable McQueen on Aug 26, 2010 17:10:00 GMT -5
"Your on edge." She told him, stroking his face, and pushing him back into the chair only to straddle his lap. "And I know where we are- and I'm sure I can guess why we're here. Did mommy call her little boy down from his high horse?" she mocked him slightly. "Was it time for the little baby to come home?"
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Post by Bails on Aug 26, 2010 17:18:30 GMT -5
He pressed her to kneel on the floor, "Don't speak of her like that."
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Post by Xable McQueen on Aug 26, 2010 17:21:51 GMT -5
She sighed, flicking out her hair; "Its why were here isnt it?"
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Post by Bails on Aug 26, 2010 17:33:12 GMT -5
"Aye but not for that reason as you put it so crudely."
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Post by Xable McQueen on Aug 26, 2010 17:37:44 GMT -5
She smirked, crossing her legs and looking up at him. "Im listening."
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