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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Apr 28, 2011 22:41:03 GMT -6
Elina walked the halls slowly on her way to the music hall. Her heels clicked against the marble floors while her dress swished about just an inch or so above her knees. Her hair was down, falling in it's natural curvaceous wave. She liked it down, but when she was doing serious work she liked it up and out of her face. Her usual style was down though. Her face was painted with the bare minimum. A little light lipstick, smokey lavender eyeshadow, and foundation. Chocolate pools roamed over the ornamentations as she walked slowly until she finally came to the music hall. She looked around thoughtfully before those pools laid over the grand piano that sat in one corner and she smiled faintly before slowly walking over to it. "Where have you been all my life?" She asked the piano in a playful tone before settling onto the bench. It didn't matter who's piano it was. She always felt at home at a piano. She poised her hands and feet once she slipped out of the heels, tucking them under the piano bench so they weren't in her way. She swept her hair up and onto her head in a somewhat messy bun. Once it was out of her face she poised her hands over the keys once more. She started playing Wagner's The Valkerie, losing herself in the music. This was her safe haven. It didn't matter where the piano was. As long as she could play the piano she was happy. She could pound away all her frustrations, anger. Any emotions that were bothering here. There was always a song she could conjure up to play. Beethoven, Mozart, Handle, Wagner, Bach. All very good musicians. Her favorite was probably Wagner though. She liked the romantic composers the most, but Wagner was her favorite. She closed her eyes, allowing the music to take her away from this place. Take her away to a much better place. A place where she had no responsibilities and could do and be whoever she wanted. When she finally came to a finish, her fingers stilled and her eyes remained closed just for a moment as the chords echoed through the room for a moment before her eyes fluttered open. She ran her fingers along the keys for a moment before she looked out the nearby window. She loved where Vaan had the piano placed because you could see the beach from this spot. She watched the cool blue waters in silence for a bit before she looked back to the piano fingers brushing over hte keys as she played something much more airy and light. Much more fitting to her current mood now that she was away from her father. She recently learned of her father's activities. He was looking for husbands for her. She refused to marry any man he might pick out though. She would marry whoever she damn well pleased and she wasn't going to let her father pick someone she hated out. Actually... she probably would marry whoever her father picked out, but she might very well fight tooth and nail about it. For now she wasn't going to think of that. She was going to sit here and play during her free time, and she did, her dark locks that weren't quite long enough falling from the messily put together bun on top of her head.
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Post by henry on Apr 29, 2011 11:35:50 GMT -6
Prince Henry Niall swaggered through the halls of his father's castle idly, arms hanging loosely at his sides and not paying much attention to where his feet were taking him. He was contemplating this petite little woman from the other side of the island whom he'd caught wind of a couple days ago. Her hair had a wonderful golden sheen to it, and he wanted to run his fingers through it. Repeatedly. Perhaps a few more days, and he'd have her. She was a mated commoner, which was an interesting combination for him to pursue. A commoner would be more willing to give herself to a prince, but being mated made his job difficult. Not impossible, just more difficult.
Henry tucked his hands into his pockets and took a moment to examine his surroundings. Tasteful decorations met his gaze at every turn, all polished to a high gloss. Elegant wall sconces adorned the stone walls and intricately woven tapestries dotted the spaces in between. He dismissed them and started to turn around, when he noticed music in the background. He usually kept music playing in his suite when he was in there, but this didn't sound recorded. The notes echoed along the corridor and he paused to listen. The tone and volume suggested it was coming from the music hall and he headed off in that direction, curious to know who was playing in there.
Outside the carved wood double doors, he hesitated, not wanting to interrupt. Instead, he leaned against the wall to listen. The unknown musician must have been working up a sweat if the intricacy of the song was anything to judge by. The notes flowed over each other, blending into a beautiful song that exuded emotion. It was the mark of a true musician. Henry checked the corridor to make sure no one was there before closing his eyes and letting out a breath. He didn't care about much, but music touched him in some way he couldn't explain.
His eyes popped open when the song ended and he pushed himself away from the cool stone. As quietly as possible, he pushed the wooden door open a crack to peek in. A smile curved his lips at what he found. A gorgeous female sat at the bench, shoes pushed underneath her seat as she caressed the keys. Time to lay on the charm. He quietly pushed his way inside the room and casually strode up to the massive instrument. "It's a beautiful song, played by an even more beautiful woman." He held out his hand to her and made a semi-formal bow. "Prince Henry Niall, at your service." He looked her in the eye and gave her a genuine smile.
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Apr 29, 2011 12:46:40 GMT -6
She nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of a voice. The sweet, airy music suddenly went flat and raunchy as her hands fumbled and slammed on the keys in surprise. She had been so engrossed in her music she hadn't even heard the footsteps outside or the door opening. Needless to say she was surprised. She scowled at that voice. How could she ever forget that voice? She didn't even have to look at him to know it was Prince Henry. She could feel his confidence and charisma and she could smell him. He always smelled of sex. That would be because all he ever did was sleep around and chase skirts. She took a deep calming breath and lifted her face up to Prince Henry, smirking faintly.
He obviously either didn't recognize her or didn't remember her. That was no surprise. The man was a perpetual man-whore. If she slept around with all the women he did she never would have remembered herself either. She may have flirted and allowed him to chase her, but he had yet to get her into his bed. And she never would get into his bed. Not unless he should actually find it in himself to keep to one woman. That day would be the day that pigs flew of course. "Yes, I know who you are, you're majesty. We've had the pleasure of meeting on several occasions. Not that I would expect you to remember me." She spoke in a very civil tone as she looked back to the piano and carefully placed the cover back over the keys before reaching to her shoes.
She slipped them on with an ease and steadiness that none of his conquests would have in his presence. It would take much more than his charm and charisma to woo her into bed. She may have been a flirty temptress, but she didn't sleep with womanizers. She slowly turned her entire body to face him, rising in a fluid, graceful movement. Her hand reached up and she unbound the unruly dark mane, letting it fall in a wave or dark locks. She shook it out for a moment before slowly approaching him. She dipped into a shallow curtsy in greeting before she met his gaze once more.
It was a shame he was so damn handsome. Such a waste of good looks. That's exactly what he was. Why did womanizers have to be so gorgeous? They didn't deserve the handsome good looks that got them all the women they could possibly want. Why couldn't the good men be as handsome as someone like Henry?
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Post by henry on Apr 29, 2011 14:01:57 GMT -6
Henry let out a small laugh and suppressed a cringe when her fingers fumbled to a stop on the keys. When she finally looked up at him, it appeared as though she had to fortify herself for it and she'd raised her head with a smirk planted firmly on her face. His brow furrowed in thought and his head tilted sideways slightly as he tried to catch her scent. "Yes, I know who you are, your majesty. We've had the pleasure of meeting on several occasions. Not that I would expect you to remember me." As she turned back to the piano, he inhaled, breathing her in. Ah yes, he remembered now. "Pleasure to see you again, Baroness Elina." For someone of his station, the title was unnecessary, but it was much better to be polite in this instance.
Henry's head continued to lean to the side as he watched her graceful movements. He dimly remembered chasing her and being rebuffed time and time again, but they hadn't seen each other in some time. He wracked his brain trying to remember more about her. He didn't think she was mated to anyone, but she also seemed to dislike him with a high level of intensity. Well, he was just going to have to change her mind about that. When she finally stood, Henry refused to take a step back to give her room. It was a bit rude, but he didn't care.
Elina let her silky hair down, and Henry was tempted to step toward her, but she moved closer to him instead. He allowed himself to lean in and breath in her scent more clearly. He let his eyes fall closed for a moment and licked his lips. A countless number of scents stood out to him, but he only focused on a few. She wasn't mated. She wasn't in heat. She really, really didn't like him. He opened his eyes again as she made a perfect curtsey. He wasn't so bad really. Lazy, rude, and careless, yes. But he was also strong and attractive. On top of that, he was royalty. That made him awesome.
Henry stared down at Elina even as she stared up at him. How had she responded to his advances again? Try as he might, he couldn't remember other than she had rejected him. That alone should have told him that there was something wrong with her, but it was worth it to give it another shot. If possible, she seemed even more beautiful than she had before and Henry couldn't deny that he wanted her. More often than not, Henry got what he wanted.
"I didn't know you played. If I'd known that a decade ago, I would have painted ivory keys along my body and made sweet music to your ears." He gave a half smile and kissed the back of her hand. "Then again, you seem to be even more stunning than you were. Perhaps now would be a better time to get acquainted." He let go of her hand and forced himself away a couple of steps. One reason was to give her some room to breathe. He heard that some women liked that on occasion. The second reason was to give himself some time to react if she decided to hit him. Some women did that on occasion, too.
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Apr 29, 2011 16:18:53 GMT -6
She stood there, waiting for his answer. She noted it took a few minutes for him to conjure up her name. She grinned faintly. He barely remembered her. She supposed she should consider that some sort of compliment. "Oh, you do remember me. And here I was thinking our time together wasn't all that memorable." She said with a teasing grin. It truly did surprise her that he actually remembered. She wasn't expecting it, but then again, perhaps she could use it to her advantage. She was a bit gawky the last time they saw each other. It had been a few years since the two of them saw each other and she wasn't quite as filled out then as she was now. Now she was much more confident about her womanhood and femininity.
She thought she might be feeling her heart pounding heavily against her chest as she stood there, her face less than an inch from his. Oh, he was an ass indeed, but he was a handsome ass. She could smell him more clearly now that they were all up in each others buisness practically. He certainly hadn't given up his man-whore ways. She smelled multiple women who had really bad perfumes on him. She didn't back away though. She stood her ground, licking her own lips once his eyes fluttered open. For no real reason at all though. Just to tease and tempt a little. She couldn't deny she enjoyed playing temptress with him. He made it so fun. If she were some sappy little romantic she would probably be putty in his hands well before now.
She chuckled at his awful pick up line. "Please tell me your poor victims don't actually fall for lines like that?" She asked curiously, looking to her hand as his lips brushed over her knuckles. She had to resist the urge to quiver at the touch of his lips. She smirked as she took her hands and ducked around him, never leaving her back to him. "Mmmm I think we're acquainted well enough, Your Majesty. I'm still the same woman, just more filled out." She grinned as she backed away towards the door slowly, her eyes trained on him with a teasing "try and catch me" sort of look in them.
Their little chase had been going on for years and years now, and still, he has yet to catch her. She planned to keep it that way to. As much as she enjoyed teasing and taunting and tempting him, he slept with too many different women, too often. She didn't like to involve herself with people like that. Her father was no different from Henry. She never quite understood why her mother never left him. It wasn't fair to her. She always said she was happy so long as she had Elina and Helen though. Elina, however, would never forgive her father for what he did to her mother. What he continued to do to her.
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Post by henry on Apr 29, 2011 19:16:27 GMT -6
"Please tell me your poor victims don't actually fall for lines like that?" Henry was still wrapped up in Elina's scent and slightly distracted with her lip licking, so it took him a moment to catch up with what was happening when she ducked around him and started backing toward the door. He smiled and strolled along casually, not walking toward her and not away from her either, but more as if he was going to circle around her. He stepped with a light-footed grace that belied his stature. In his mind, this really was a hunt. The teasing woman in front of him was his prey. Her comment brought back a vague memory. He could remember that teasing smile, taunting him. Well, he'd learned a couple things since they'd seen each other last. He just hoped she was prepared for it. "Actually, most of them do."
Henry changed direction and walked the other way, slowly changing his trajectory to take himself closer to her. "Mmmm I think we're acquainted well enough, Your Majesty. I'm still the same woman, just more filled out." Henry's breathing kicked up a notch, but he didn't change his pace. He could imagine those curves under his fingers. He was more and more certain that they'd done this dance before. Trouble was, she was skilled at this dance and it seemed that everything she did pushed his buttons in one way or another. All the women he pursued pushed a button or two, but the Dutchess Elina Cali appeared to push them all. She knew he liked the chase, and so she deliberately tempted him into it. Well, he was happy to oblige her.
"I don't know about that. I'm pretty sure there are plenty of things about me that you don't know." That was the pure, honest truth. He couldn't think of a single person who really understood him. For a moment, he wondered if his mother would have understood, but he cut that thought off sharply. No need to go there. Not today, and not with a beautiful woman teasing him only a few feet away. Henry didn't increase his pace, but he constantly moved closer to Elina, driving her toward the door he'd come in through. He was nothing if not patient. In some ways, at least. His pale eyes locked onto her darker ones and stayed there, watching her. Studying her movements and trying to guess her intentions.
Henry cocked his head as he paced, considering his next move. "You honestly have no idea, do you?" He mused out loud. She didn't know it, but he was completely serious about that. "You have no idea how beautiful you are. No idea what you do to me just standing there, looking at me like that." He could feel his blood heating, both because of her and because of he chase she would prove to be. Henry continued to prowl closer, knowing she thought he was lying.
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Apr 29, 2011 20:13:25 GMT -6
She grinned at his answer. So typical. He was charming. She could not deny that, but she wasn't much for pick up lines. She preferred romance and being chased, which was why she let him chase for all these years. If she didn't enjoy the chase she would just turn him down flat instead of leading him on. She enjoyed the chase as much as he did. "Oh, those poor naive little girls. I'm sure they were putty in your hands." She spoke with a seductive calmness, shaking her head and letting out a few soft tsking noises before she smirked at him. She reached a finger up and twirled her brown locks around her finger slowly.
She watched him. She took little notes as he practically circled her as if she were his prey. She was his prey. He was in full on chase mode now. She was really going to enjoy this. Especially when she turned him down. She knew it seemed a little cruel, but the man had to learn he couldn't have every woman he set his eyes on. She licked her lips as her eyes stayed trained on his while he paced. As he moved closer, she moved backwards. She didn't want him getting too close. There was no telling what he would do if he got too close. Couldn't take any risks like that. Not if she wanted to keep him out of her skirt.
She had to resist the urge to shiver as he spoke because she felt a very intinse shiver run along his spine as he continued speaking. He could be a very dangerous man. That just meant she had all the more reason to be careful. She was fairly certain if she wasn't careful she would end up being another notch in his bed post. "I'll bet you tell all the girls that." She smirked lightly as he drove her through the door. She would let him think he was driving her to wherever he wanted to go. She was going to lead him into a nice open space where he couldn't corner her. "I have a bigger idea than you give me credit for." She murmured softly, her eyes meeting his gaze. She backed into a window and slowly sat in the window seal, brown eyes intently fixed on him. She would sit here for a moment. Let him think he had her cornered. When he was going in for the "kill" she would duck down and around him. She was coming to find she enjoyed this more than she probably should have.
She was far too serious sometimes. This was her way of "letting her hair down" and having a little fun.
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Post by henry on Apr 30, 2011 18:30:26 GMT -6
Henry watched and followed at a leisurely pace as Elina continued to back away from him. Her movements were graceful and fluid... and enticing. People thought he had no self control, but it was the control that made the chase worth it. It was being able to stand there and watch her back away was what made things interesting. She continued to taunt him as she stepped through the doorway, and Henry followed, letting his body draw itself through the clouds of her scent. "I don't tell all of them that. And I've meant it to even fewer." Let her make something of that remark. He'd meant it only once, and that had been a moment ago.
He nearly lost sight of her before he stepped through the door himself to find her perched on a window ledge. The sight of her there stopped him for a moment. His mother had sat there only a day before she'd left. Someone had been playing the flute inside the music hall, and while they'd walked together she'd stopped there and sang to him. He'd forgotten that. If he strained his memory, he could almost hear the song. His eyebrows pulled down slightly in momentary sadness as he stared at Elina. She definitely wasn't his mother, that was for sure. But if she kept on how she was going, she had just as much potential to rip his heart out and stomp on it.
Shaking his head, he forced the thoughts away and pulled a smile onto his face. The sunlight was coming through the window to surround Elina in a golden halo. He took a deep breath and walked straight for her, but not allowing himself to get too close. He didn't want to scare her off just yet. Instead, he just stared at her... straight into her eyes. He could faintly smell her amusement, but he didn't smile. He spoke to her with his eyes only, cutting her off from the benefit of deciphering his facial expression or body language.
Henry's heart beat roughly against his ribs which is the only movement he could claim. For a long moment, he didn't even blink, letting his desire for Elina fill his eyes. He could even smell the change in his own scent, which was unusual. This little temptress in front of him might just be the death of him, indeed. Teeth grinding together in an attempt to control himself, he took one obvious step forward, fighting a smile. "You're not ready for me yet." That could be taken in multiple ways.
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on Apr 30, 2011 20:34:04 GMT -6
A slow, easy smirk crossed her lips. So he didn't tell all the girls that. That was always a good sign. If you got a man riled up so much, that had to mean something right? Maybe Mr. Rowdy here had a little bit of a side to him that was looking for a more monogamous relationship. And he actually meant it when he said it even less. Hmmm interesting. Had she managed to snag the true desires of the Prince of the Lycans? Surely not. He was notorious for his man-whore ways. Surely he wasn't interested in her and her alone. He held the attentions of many women. She wouldn't believe it until she saw it. If she ever saw it.
She studied him when his expression changed. It wasn't the sexy, hungry look that had been on his face before. He looked kind of sad. Had she triggered it? She glanced around herself for a moment, thinking maybe something was on her or something else caught her eye, but she didn't see anything. She looked back to him, wondering what it was that saddened him. She licked her lips, about to ask if everything was alright, but he seemed to catch himself. She saw the change back to the hunter. She said nothing. She wasn't his friend or anything so she wouldn't get herself involved. He wasn't exactly the sort of man to talk about his feelings anyways. At least in all the years she's known him that's the impression she's gotten.
She shifted, brown eyes fixed on his intently as he started for her. Her heart pounded in her chest, thumping against her ribs sporadically as he approached her. She felt like the prey as she watched him. He had such a predatoriness to him. It made her literally feel like his prey.
She shifted, quirking an eyebrow up to him. Her chin lifted in challenge as She slowly slid from her seat in the window ledge so her body was was just barely not touching his. "Oh? And how would you know that, Henry." She murmured to him seductively as she moved close enough so that she just barely touched him. She moved in as if to kiss him and then suddenly ducked down and around him, grinning playfully as she twirled away from him a little before slowly backing away, still facing him.
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Post by henry on May 1, 2011 13:01:40 GMT -6
Henry wasn't a man to be easily intimidated, but this woman in front of him came close. Within her, he could see someone who could match him. Someone who could challenge him and make him thankful for it. He longed for that moment when the constant circles they made around one another would finally bring them together. That instant was sure to shake the world. Henry didn't know if he'd walk away from the encounter as the same person as before. Perhaps he didn't want to be the same person anymore. He shook off the thought. That was just foolishness. He was happy with his life. He didn't depend on anyone's opinion of him, he did what he wanted when he wanted, and he did it all with very little risk of retaliation. What more could he want?
She was staring at him. Right there in front of him was the more he wanted. Henry couldn't figure out his attraction to her. Was it simply because she was leading him on a chase? That couldn't be it. He'd been shot down by others before her. Through the haze of desire, his mind tried to puzzle it out. She was beautiful, that was for sure, but he'd been with beautiful women many times in the past. Over one hundred years of chasing women, and he couldn't figure it out. There was something intangible that drew him toward her.
"Oh? And how would you know that, Henry?" Elina pushed herself away from the window ledge and stood before him, causing his heart to thump painfully. It was an exquisite torture. He could feel the heat of her body and knew that one twitch would put him in contact with her. He clamped down on his muscles, not allowing himself to move, almost not daring to breathe. He didn't know that she wasn't ready for him. It was merely a guess, but he thought that perhaps he'd been wrong. He inhaled her scent, trying to imprint it on his mind. Opening his mouth to respond to her statement left him gaping as she darted around him.
Henry grinned widely, savoring the moment. Oh yes, she was quite a challenge. Their dance was a bit closer this time than it was years ago. Before, they would dance and circle toward each other, only to be pulled away by differing melodies. This time, it felt as though they were dancing a harmony, his moves counteracting but simultaneously complimenting hers, and her moves tempting and teasing new moves out of him. Henry hoped that this time, they might just be dancing to the same tune. Without his awareness, he was softly humming the half-remembered melody of his mother's song in the back of his mind, though no sound escaped his lips besides the uneven rasp of his breath.
Henry slowly turned his body, his muscles still ridged from his efforts at control. Most of the stiffness was masked by the natural grace of the lycan species. Most, but not all. Elina was still facing him and still backing away. He wondered which of them would fall prey to temptation first. Probably him. His entire body was already humming for her. "If you were ready for me, sweetheart, you would already be in my arms." The mere thought almost became his undoing. He started to step forward once again, but took a moment to gather himself. Baroness Elina Cali might just be the death of him. At least it would be a happy death. "Of course, that's assuming you aren't leading me by the nose back to an angry mate who wants to kill me for chasing you for years." He hadn't known he was going to bring up a mate until the words were out of his mouth, and the thought darkened his mind. He shouldn't be feeling so possessive over this woman. Any feelings like that would only hurt them both, and Henry wasn't about to let that happen.
((OOC: Once he realizes he's developing feelings for her, he's probably going to start getting mean to drive her away, just so you know.))
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on May 1, 2011 14:56:37 GMT -6
She grinned up at him, enjoying the expression on his face as she darted around him. She was enjoying herself. No doubt about it. Even more so than the last time she played this game with him so long ago. Last time is was more of a general circling of each other. This time, she felt like she moved in unison with him. It was like a real dance. He took a step forward, she took a step backward. It was like a playful tango almost. She wondered how well he could tango as a matter of fact. Or if he would make a good dance partner at all. She didn't trust herself to find out though. There was no telling what the two of them would end up doing if she were to actually dance with him. She was not that awkward youngster like she used to be. Though to the lycan world she was still considered young, she had grown and filled out over the last few decades and she did not trust herself to Prince Henry Niall.
A smirk crossed her lips as he informed her if she'd been ready for him she'd be in his arms already. "Confident of yourself, aren't you, you're highness." She said calmly, brown pools challenging him silently as she allowed him to gain a little ground towards her. " Perhaps I'm ready for you." She stated matter of factly, batting those big brown eyes at him teasingly. "I just don't want to be ready for you yet." It was a challenge, and she knew how he was when it came to challenges. She would have to be careful though. He was a "hunter," and right now he had those gorgeous blue eyes of his set on her as his prey. And she realized because of the way her heart pounded that if he caught her, there would be no stopping him. She would never be able to say no. That fact alone scared her a little because she didn't want to get involved with him. Not on the level he did anyways. He was exactly like her father and she refused to get involved with any man like her father.
She grins softly, licking her lips. "And what would you do if I told you that's exactly what I was doing?" She asked calmly with a playful twinkling in her chocolate pools. Of course she didn't have a mate yet. She may have liked to flirt, but she had some serious standards, and flirting with another man if she was mated to someone else. That was just plain wrong. You didn't flirt with someone when you were married. She never agreed to the standards her father had. She licked her lips softly as she slowly led him through the halls.
"But then again you always seemed to be one to take chances."
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Post by henry on May 1, 2011 23:13:04 GMT -6
Henry took slow, measured steps forward, booted feet making only a slight sound on the polished marble floor. It felt like every nerve ending in his body was on fire. There was almost a beat, a tempo to their movements, and he followed it as he would a scent. He lengthened his stride by a fraction, just enough that she might not notice him inching closer. It would be a slow process, but he thought the prize would be worth it. When she called him confident in himself, he almost shortened his stride, but didn't. He was set on this course and he wouldn't be backing down any time soon. "There's a subtle difference between confidence and certainty." He was in neither category at the moment, but she didn't need to know that.
"I just don't want to be ready for you yet." And there it was. That was the crux of his problem. He wanted her to be ready. First, he had to figure her out. All women were different in their opinion of what a man should be. They all had their standards, and he watched before he stalked. He figured out what caught a woman's eye, then temporarily conformed himself to that standard. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't, but it usually depended on how good his research had been. Problem was, he didn't know what made Elina tick. The one thing he knew now was that she liked the chase. He could see it in her eyes. He thought he could almost see a slight hint of fear there too, but it was gone as soon as he saw it. She couldn't be afraid of him, surely. His steps changed ever so slightly so that he was no longer gaining on her. Fear definitely wasn't the way to a woman's heart. Nor her pants.
Just about the moment that his jealousy over a mate was spiking, making him want to steal her away from any male that would look at her wrong, she taunted him again. "And what would you do if I told you that's exactly what I was doing?" Unbidden, a growl rose to his lips. Good job, Henry. If she wasn't scared already, she will be now. He scolded himself and forced the growl to a strangled stop. He stopped his dance with her as well, although it pained him to do it. What was he doing? Why did he feel so possessive over her? It was plain foolishness and it had to stop. If only she'd stop tempting him like she did.
Henry took the moment to take a step back from the situation. He controlled his features and masked the desire he felt with scorn. It was difficult to repress his feelings when they were so strong, but he didn't relent. "Well, if you're mated and have no intention of spreading your legs, then I guess I have no use for you." He didn't give himself time to look at her face. He didn't want to know what he'd left there. Henry simply turned on his heel and started walking in the opposite direction. If he didn't get some distance between them, he'd be running back to her, begging her for her forgiveness, promising her anything he had. He grimaced at himself as he walked. Yeah, good job Henry.
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Post by Baroness Elina Cali on May 2, 2011 22:44:42 GMT -6
She watched him intently, taking note that he was starting to pick up on. She let him gain a few inches before she picked up her stride and moved in unison to him. She didn't want him to get too close. She could see the beast in him, fighting for control. If he got too close, then he would surely snatch her up, and she wouldn't be able to say no. She knew that much. She didn't know what it was about him, but he was a hard man to resist. There was just something about him. She didn't know, and she didn't like it.
She stopped when the growl escaped his lips. She wasn't sure what to make of that. Was he jealous? Or had she pissed him off with her taunting. She wasn't sure, but he looked like he could have murdered someone soon enough. She backed away a little as he came to a stop.
So, saying she was surprised was an understatement. She was baffled. She was only joking after all. And Henry had always struck her as the adventurous, risk taking type. The words didn't sting like they might have other girls. She wasn't the type to spread her legs for just anyone and certainly not for a man like Henry Niall. He was a spoiled, arrogant, whore-some, brat and totally not Elina's type. So why did she feel so disappointed that he gave in so easily? She didn't know, but she didn't like it. She may have enjoyed herself teasing him, but she didn't want to get involved with a man like the Prince.
"Touche, You're Highness." She murmured before turning on the balls of her feet and going her own way, her heels clicking against the marble floors as she left.
She wouldn't be seeing him for a while now... She hoped.
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Post by La Luna on Jun 11, 2011 11:49:47 GMT -6
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