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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[Her words made him laugh softly, still leaning in between her breasts and playing with the skin there with teeth and tongue, drawing long, lazy circles expanding outwards, marveling in the feel and scent of the smooth skin. He lingered more slowly in teasing each nipple, her hand in his hair urging him on. She was enjoying this, he could tell, and it was as if her pleasure was pouring into him, another fancy trick of this feeling, love, that he could hardly have imagined much less expected.

His arms tangled with hers, one hand going up to tangle in turn in the dark fall of her hair, the other brushing up against the sensitive line of the spine, down to the small of her back. He pressed her close, feeling the length of her body. Difficult to miss, when so close, that he was hard and ready; but he lingered, slowed, relished the smallest instances of touch that were each a pleasure all its own.]

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Mm. [It was a soft noise, a quiet noise of appreciation. His teasing her was only fair after she'd played with her hat. An amazing change, someone wanting to please her instead of just themselves with her. Such a difference heightened this even more. Carmen's eyes closed as his tongue explored her breasts.

His body against her was sensual, delightful, hard planes against her curves. She leaned into the press and could feel his interest. Her hand moved to his hip before sliding between them, seeking the fastenings on his pants. With the faintest of smiles, a small quirk of her lips, Carmen kissed Saul again, tasting his lips and tongue. The fastening gave way and she traced the waistband of the garment with her fingertips before reaching under the fabric in the back.]

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[The feeling of her hand exploring downward made him laugh softly, he wasn't entirely used to women who simply went for what they wanted. This, also, made the interplay different and unique, exciting in a new sense - she could very well choose to tease and deny him until it suited her. He'd have to keep up.

Slowly, he moved his hips against hers, answering and following her touch. He was far too old for any clumsiness there, every brush was deliberate, playful, while his mouth traveled back up her neck and his hand circled her body, toward her abdomen and further down. The heat between them build, churned, pulsed. It all but physically pushed back the cold ouside.]


((OOC: ... and now comes the incredibly bizarre confession where I'm not actually sure what Carmen's wearing under that trench coat. Has she got a pants or a skirt? X_X OMG DEAD OF AWKWARD))

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[She raised an eyebrow at the laugh but didn't ask. It was a pleased sound, and therefore it was not something to worry over. Only to note, a gentle noise she'd not much experienced before with him. Carmen's hand traced the contours of his rear. It was... very pleasant to find firm, toned muscles there, though it was not surprising. He was a warrior. It made sense. Saul would be the first warrior she'd bedded, the first fighter.

Carmen moved against him, feeling, savoring. There was no reason to rush this; while it was cold she was in no danger of freezing, Carmen was sure. Her other hand followed his neck down to his shoulder to his chest, learning the hard lines of it.]]


[[ooc: No worries! Pants. Simple black dress pants.]]

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[He could feel her appreciation in her touch, and liked it. It was a point of pride for him that at thirty-seven summers, he'd kept his body as strong and well-shaped as at seventeen. He moved to her touch, leaned into it, put himself in her hands. She'd earned the right to do with him as she pleased. Even if it meant teasing him with patience that he could barely equal.

One hand snaked down and slid, still just a touch hesitant, down the front of her pants. He brushed against the smooth, perfect skin of her thighs, and grinned as he traced a slow circle between her legs, her heat sending a pleasant jolt from his hand to his arm, and down into his crotch. Not so much urging her on, as inviting her, eager to give her all that she would want to take.]

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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...