25th step: Fortune's favor [voice]

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There are things a man does not question, and regret is a wretched waste... but if this is to be the end of it, then I wish for you to know, Carmen Sandiego, and moreover I wish this whole vast city to know that there is no woman like you in the world. Not this world, and not the world I know, and I would wager, not the world you go back to, either. I have never, and will, I think, never meet your like. And I will be the poorer for it, more than I can say.

I don't know that I can - love, as men love. But I am a man, not a monster.

I may say more for your ears alone - but this, I wish known. I wish it known as widely as it may be.

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[His response was trusting. How long had it been since she'd just been trusted? It was empowering, exhilerating. Carmen pulled him against her, tilting her head to kiss along the muscles of his neck.

She shivered as his hand went low, both from the cold and the touch. His grin was answered with a small smirk as she slowly pushed into the touch. The invitation was accepted. Both of her hands went to his hips, resting there for a moment, before Carmen pushed the fabric down, over his hips. With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes Carmen pulled back slightly to look him over. She met his eyes with another smile, and leaned back against him, kissing his mouth with her lips parted.]

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Hah...! [He couldn't help a soft chuckle as he slipped out of the last of his clothes. Enjoying the view, was she? He kissed her hungrily, tasting her with lips and tongue, while his fingers roamed on down between her legs, circling, clever little touches. For all his control, the eager tension in his crotch was a sweet sort of pain, deliciously ironic to a man who never knew pain while on the battlefield.

He liked that test of control. It was almost as though she was daring him. And he would expect no less. In a flash of wicked inspiration, he reached and slid her own pants down her legs, in the same smooth motion kneeling before her, and, grinning, starting his trail of kisses from her navel on downwards.]

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[Carmen exhaled, a small trace of voice to the noise, making it a soft moan. His fingers were talented indeed, stroking exactly where she wanted. The kiss was returned just as eagerly. Few paid quite so much attention when all they wanted was a night.

The grin and line of kisses got a raised eyebrow as a rush of arousal met the action of his lips. Carmen's fingers tangled in his hair, rubbing his scalp with her fingertips. She was impressed, and more than a little turned on. One hand trailed down the back of his neck with the slightest hint of fingernails.]

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[He relished her touch, and dared lower, sneaking his tongue along the soft skin of the hip joint, and inhaling deeply to take in the scent of tantalizing womanhood that made his breath catch in delight. Her scent, uniquely hers, and he basked in it, in being allowed it. His hands ran up her thighs, returning the sweet sting of almost-pain on the back of his neck with a firm, eager squeeze. She skirted pain and pleasure so well, a shiver ran readily down his back.

Between kisses and teasing licks, he breathed soft words against and all but into her, soft exhales of his own language, no finer language for intimacy.] Mia doma, mia solle, mia rubina brillenta...