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sabinetzin) wrote2010-11-27 12:24 am
sabinetzin) wrote2010-11-27 12:24 am
Damn this for keeping me up
From the Weir/Caldwell steampunk BDSM forced marriage AU that I'm not actually writing:
"It has come to my attention," she said, her posture even more rigid than normal, "that you have engaged in certain dalliances. These are to stop immediately."
He snorted a laugh. "You don't know what you're playing at. Those dalliances," he said, his tone mocking, "are the only thing shielding you."
"The only thing I wish to be shielded from, my lord," she returned, snapping his title like an insult, "is the shame of having an unfaithful husband."
"There are worse things," he said, his eyes growing dark. He advanced on her slowly, his movements graceful and predatory. "Do you know what it is that I do with those girls?"
Elizabeth swallowed, composing herself before speaking. "I have a fairly good idea."
"I'm certain that you think you do," he told her. "But that I could get from anyone. I could even get it from you."
"And I am prepared to discharge my duties in this area," she said primly.
"How am I supposed to resist when you make it sound so exciting," he replied, sarcasm dripping off his words.
"If there's something other than that you want," she said, looking him squarely in the eye, "then I must confess that it's beyond me."
"It is," he said, and she fancied that she heard something rueful in his tone. "Unless you'd like to be tied down in my bed," he said, and he was quite close to her now, close enough that she could feel his breath. "Unless you want to feel the sting of the lash on your pretty back." He circled around her, but she didn't dare to follow him with her eyes. Her heart was beating faster and faster, the room seeming to grow warmer the closer he came. "Unless you want to know that every second of your pain only brings me closer to the edge."
She bit her lip, but she was unable to stop the cry that escaped her. A curious tension was building inside of her; it was like nothing she'd ever felt before. She felt excited and sickened and hot all over, and she couldn't for the life of her decide if she wanted to hear more.
He stopped in front of her, looking at her with a kind of hungry certainty in his eyes. "Or maybe you do."
Left with no other recourse, she turned on her heel and fled the room.
"It has come to my attention," she said, her posture even more rigid than normal, "that you have engaged in certain dalliances. These are to stop immediately."
He snorted a laugh. "You don't know what you're playing at. Those dalliances," he said, his tone mocking, "are the only thing shielding you."
"The only thing I wish to be shielded from, my lord," she returned, snapping his title like an insult, "is the shame of having an unfaithful husband."
"There are worse things," he said, his eyes growing dark. He advanced on her slowly, his movements graceful and predatory. "Do you know what it is that I do with those girls?"
Elizabeth swallowed, composing herself before speaking. "I have a fairly good idea."
"I'm certain that you think you do," he told her. "But that I could get from anyone. I could even get it from you."
"And I am prepared to discharge my duties in this area," she said primly.
"How am I supposed to resist when you make it sound so exciting," he replied, sarcasm dripping off his words.
"If there's something other than that you want," she said, looking him squarely in the eye, "then I must confess that it's beyond me."
"It is," he said, and she fancied that she heard something rueful in his tone. "Unless you'd like to be tied down in my bed," he said, and he was quite close to her now, close enough that she could feel his breath. "Unless you want to feel the sting of the lash on your pretty back." He circled around her, but she didn't dare to follow him with her eyes. Her heart was beating faster and faster, the room seeming to grow warmer the closer he came. "Unless you want to know that every second of your pain only brings me closer to the edge."
She bit her lip, but she was unable to stop the cry that escaped her. A curious tension was building inside of her; it was like nothing she'd ever felt before. She felt excited and sickened and hot all over, and she couldn't for the life of her decide if she wanted to hear more.
He stopped in front of her, looking at her with a kind of hungry certainty in his eyes. "Or maybe you do."
Left with no other recourse, she turned on her heel and fled the room.
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Now that I'm looking for it, I think I see what you see in him that makes him perfect for stories like this :-)
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