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[winter-queen.insanejournal.com]

[It was the true New Year, so Mab had stayed awake to honor it. Not that it was a hardship for her. Her time was the night. Then the house had done something slightly... disconcerting. At midnight, it changed. As she was descending the large double staircase, the house took on a decidedly run down appearance. The lights flickered and the once silent steps began to creek under her feet.

She stopped to puzzle over the change. that's when she realized she felt suddenly almost imperceptibly lighter. She glanced down to find herself wearing not her smart business chic attire, but a delicate, yet intricate creation of what she recognized as spider's silk and the softness of thistle down.

Her lips pursed. She had just about had it with the surprises her hosts were dropping on her head. And a colorful swear came out of her mouth, in Gaelic.]


Téigh trasna ort féin!

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[aegletes.insanejournal.com]

[He moans softly and bends to kiss her sweetly]

You are most talented. Though I ask you to just enjoy it. There's no need for hate.

[He lightly continues to stroke her as well, returning the favor]

[winter-queen.insanejournal.com]

[Her other hand joined the first, and they worked along him slow, deliberate and firm. And though the efforts of her hands said she had relented, she drew back away from his lips, looking him in the eye with a deadly serious expression.]

You may get your way tonight, sun god, but I will have recompense. Trust in that.

[aegletes.insanejournal.com]

[He gives her that devil-may-care wolfish smirk that drives most women wild]

And I will look forward to your continued pleasure, my dear, and I thank you deeply for mine. But, I must live up to my earlier promise, love, and grant you enjoyment for the holiday.

[He again returns his attentions to her ears]

[winter-queen.insanejournal.com]

[The smirk gets a deeper frown from her. She wants him, but she is not happy about it. And he may have forced her into acknowledging her desire, he won't force her into being happy about the situation. She'd be damned first.]

If you were truly concerned about my enjoyment, you'd have left me be when I first told you to do so. Lets not pretend this is anything more than what it is.

[aegletes.insanejournal.com]

And what is that, love?

[He continues his ministrations, his fingers and lips very clever indeed.]

[winter-queen.insanejournal.com]

You feeding your ego at my expense.

[Her breathing hitched a little, her hips moving though she willed them to be still. She could hate him and enjoy the touch at the same time. Mab was excellent at multitasking.]

[aegletes.insanejournal.com]

Oh, no, no. Never at your expense, love.

[He smiles a little at the sound of her breath hitching and her hips beginning to rock against his hand, but, no... he wants her to plead for more as he intensifies what he's doing...]