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Post by Lilith on Mar 8, 2015 21:47:15 GMT -6
She actually found herself speechless for a moment as she walked up to the masked mannequins. Looking from one mask to another before turning her attention to Cell. Who was watching her every move as she came closer.
"I'm not very easy to surprise, however did not expect something like this. I feel I'm under dressed for the experience."
That's what these moments were called, they weren't occasions or events.... they were experiences. Something for them to remember, to share.
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Post by Cell on Mar 9, 2015 19:33:41 GMT -6
"I promise your over dressed, or at least will be."
He would have her appear in anything, the slender legs exposed under the mini skirt were enough to make him yearn...to need. Cell turned around as his gaze lingered on Lilith. Turning around fully, Cell walked through what had appeared to be a wall, until it folded and morphed around his body. A curtain, black as pitch and still as long as no one touched it. Walking through the curtain, his pulse increased as the final room came into his sight. The room was no longer in black light, but a shade of purple that knew would play tricks against her skin. Her hair would once again be cracks against her porcelain...the image he loved to see. Follow me Siren, follow ME this time.
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Post by Lilith on Mar 9, 2015 20:03:35 GMT -6
She walked up to the curtain, hesitating for a minute. Not because she was having second thoughts but because she wanted him to think she was. He was pulling the strings, instead of her for once. So she had to show some rebelous streak and make him sweat it before she walked through the curtian.
The purple light did exactly what Cell was hoping for. Glowing in the light as her hair became a void, snaking down her shoulders and along the edges of her face.
She looked around to see...
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Post by Cell on Mar 9, 2015 20:09:13 GMT -6
 A bed matching that of a water demon, a siren that had consumed his mind. Waiting till she was out of the curtains, Cell turned around and walked around her. Standing behind her with his arms on shoulders, Cell kissed her neck before whispering in her ear."Is it fitting for you siren?" |
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Post by Lilith on Mar 9, 2015 20:22:16 GMT -6
"It's missing something..." She turned to Cell, her eyes meeting his as she stood closer. "Where did you find this place?"
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Post by Cell on Mar 9, 2015 20:27:50 GMT -6
Cell chuckled slightly as he stared into her eyes.
"I know a colleague who appreciates furniture, as for the room...the finders didn't need it. So naturally it has become an experience...if you would have me."
Cell runs his finger along Lilith's neck, tilting his head slightly as he does so.
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Post by Lilith on Mar 9, 2015 20:36:31 GMT -6
"That song has dug deep." She returned the touch, running a finger along his jaw line, much like their first encounter in her studio. "How long did this take?"
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Post by Cell on Mar 9, 2015 20:41:10 GMT -6
"About a week...or two. Its harder to find mannequins that you would think."
Cell places his hand on her shoulders, pushing her slightly as he finds her lips.
"I'm not as connected as someone I know."
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Post by Lilith on Mar 9, 2015 20:54:28 GMT -6
"Bishop, right?" It was clearly a joke as she lightly kissed him, pulling her lips away quickly though. She didn't need the smoke and mirrors of a ball... but... She found herself moving towards the curtian, a clever slight of hand.
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Post by Cell on Mar 9, 2015 20:59:40 GMT -6
Cell half smiles as he followed her, almost out of his control.
"Right as usual."
He said as he watched her every movement, the memory of their sparks flowing through his mind.
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Post by Lilith on Mar 9, 2015 21:05:25 GMT -6
It was her turn to dissapear she through the curtian, never taking her eyes off of him with her chesire smile. Standing off to the side, she waited for him this time.
Why did she always have to take the control?
She waited for him to enter before she spoke, "It'd be a shame to waste them after you put so much effort into finding them."
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Post by Cell on Mar 9, 2015 21:13:17 GMT -6
The curtains were layered, the only way he could make them so heavy. How else would they wrap around her as she moved through them. The gnashed around her body like the waves the sirens of old would lure wayward souls to their doom in. He was helpless but to follow her, as he removed his hat. It would have fallen off in the curtains anyway.
"Right again. As always Darling."
His speaking was becoming lessened, more focused...more desire is fueling his motions.
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Post by Lilith on Mar 9, 2015 21:16:48 GMT -6
"You get used to it..."
Maybe that was a lie but she moved to him, grabbing his hand and placing her arm on his shoulder. Yes she was ready to dance as she kicked off her shoes, letting them fall to the side before moving in closer.
"Or so I'm told."
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Post by Cell on Mar 9, 2015 21:23:23 GMT -6
Cell pressed his body against her in all the places needed to be a close as he desired. Moving to the motion of the curtains, they began to dance in the purple curtains. Glowing slightly from the lights outside of the circle they had made, it was as if the universe had formed around them. Silk and smooth, her skin matched the texture of the curtains exactly as they swayed.
"Getting used to is getting complacent. I couldn't do that with you."
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Post by Lilith on Mar 9, 2015 21:29:14 GMT -6
"I'll eventually become boring... or too much to handle." She danced with him, he tried to lead until she took the reins. Showing him how to lead, moving closer to the manniquins in doing so.
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