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<Ilarion> Mira knows that I've had relationships with a lot of women, but I don't think she realizes exactly how many "lots" is... I don't think she's thought more than 10-12 ish. <Ilarion> And we've not actually discussed monogamy. <Catreenia> ::amused grin:: And what's the actual number, hmm? <Ilarion> ::counting:: um... ::blush:: seventy-one. <Catreenia> ::with a twinkle in her eye:: And you remember every one? <Ilarion> ::ticking off on his fingers:: seventy-two now, actually... <Catreenia> ::grinning wider, with all-too-much innocence in her tone:: And what number am I? <Ilarion> Seventy-two, silly! <Catreenia> Just checking. You never know... <Ilarion> ::leaning on his elbow:: I've been with you all day... when have I had time? <Catreenia> Wellll... You *did* go down the hall to use the jakes a couple hours ago.... <Ilarion> ::kisses the tip of her nose:: All right, I'm busy sometimes, but not usually *that* busy <Catreenia> ::teasing grin:: Well, I certainly wouldn't want to *underestimate* you, Roni... <Ilarion> ::lays back on Cat's bed, tucking his arms under his neck:: Um... Cat, love? <Catreenia> Mmm? ::smiling a little:: <Ilarion> Um... perhaps this wasn't the best idea in the world, you know? ::bites his lip a little:: * Catreenia fetches a robe from her closet, draping it over her shoulders and coming to sit on the edge of the bed. "Second thoughts?" She sounds a little sad, but not surprised. "Temire?" <Ilarion> ::sighing, he sits up, wrapping one arm around her shoulders:: I... didn't really mean for this to happen... Not that I'm sorry it did. ::hastily:: <Catreenia> ::grins a little smugly at his quick addition before her expression sobers again:: Well, I'm expert in the adage that history can't be changed... I see enough of it to know. ::rubs a finger idly against the smooth fabric of her robe:: I'm rather surprised at myself, honestly. I know how you feel about Temire... I'd be lying to say I thought she was right for you, or that I'd completely accepted it, or this *wouldn't* have happened, but... oh, Roni, I don't want you hurt! <Ilarion> ::laughing a little:: I don't want me hurt either. ::touches her cheek gently:: Or you. <Catreenia> ::blushes a little:: I'm pretty tough. I'm an old hand at this... tho' admittedly, I'm usually the one doing the dumping... <Ilarion> ::looks at her for a long moment:: Cat... I don't really know what to say... I haven't actually had much experience with relationships, exactly. And I'm almost positive that Mira wouldn't be happy about this. <Catreenia> ::smiles and pats his hand:: Ah, then you've come to the expert... no, I imagine your Mira would be supremely *un*happy about this... ::muttering:: after all, she practically said so... ::louder again:: from what I understand, she's not very experienced with boys, either. The only question, I imagine, is who she'll run through, and deservedly so. <Ilarion> ::winces:: Yeah... I know... <Catreenia> My poor Roni... ::patting his hand:: romantic entanglements like these *are* best off left to fiction, aren't they? ::sighs:: <Ilarion> ::snorts:: Oh, definitely... that puts you in the starring role, my dear... the oppressed mistress who either ::ticking off on his fingers:: murders the wife of the hero, arranges for the wife to fall in love with someone else, kills the bastardly husband - that'd be me - or runs off to find romance elsewhere... <Catreenia> ::blinks in surprise:: You've married her? <Ilarion> ::laughing:: Well, no... but you know what I meant... usually romances don't have men like me in them... that's why they're romantic. ::leers at her:: Men like me star in rake-books. <Catreenia> ::grins slowly:: Well, then, I suppose I'm a fallen woman, if I'm so attracted to an utter rake that I... Hm. ::wrinkles her brow in thought:: <Ilarion> ::scrubs at his face thoughtfully:: I can't decide if I feel bad, guilty, or just stupid. Cat, I... damn, what are we going to do now? <Catreenia> Well... ::speaking slowly, obviously still thinking:: if it came to it, I *could* possibly arrange for her to fall in love with someone else, now that you mention it... ::shakes her head just as slowly:: But... it's against my personal ethics, the school code... and you'd probably hate me for it, as well. It would just be... *more* wrong. ::a little wistfully:: You do love her, don't you? <Ilarion> ::nodding:: Yeah, most of the time... I think. I'm pretty sure. <Catreenia> And... ::a little more hesitantly:: How do you feel about me? ::quickly:: I'm not fishing, Roni, really I'm not... I just... ::looks back down and picks an invisible speck off her robe, thinking again:: <Ilarion> ::blushing a little:: Well, you're definitely the most fun I've had in a while. <Catreenia> ::smiles at him over her shoulder:: Am I now? Hmmm... ::turns back to study her hands in her lap, a small, almost wicked smile teasing at the corners of her mouth as she murmurs to herself:: And I'm the Mistress, hmmm.... <Ilarion> ::kissing her on the side of her upturned mouth:: You are a wicked woman, Cat... <Catreenia> ::looks back at him, a flicker of excited fire in her eye:: You know... I've never been the secret mistress before... <Ilarion> ::raises an eyebrow:: Secret? I thought I was supposed to go get all confessional now, and allow her the opportunity to throw pots at my head and whatnot. <Catreenia> ::turning around fully, her robe falling open a bit as she walks her fingers up his chest:: Do you *have* to tell her just yet? ::leaning over him a little:: Are you so opposed to the notion of having two women for your bed at the same time? <Ilarion> ::grinning at her:: Well, no, but I thought she might be... or for that matter, that *you* might be... <Catreenia> ::shakes her head slowly, thoughtfully:: She might be, if she knew... but you *know* I can be discreet, Roni love. And if all I can get of you just now is second helpings... ::her lips curve up in a slow, sensual smile:: I must admit, it turns me on... I've never had to play second to anyone. I've never *wanted* to, I don't... *do* this, usually. But... I think I'd rather enjoy being your... kept woman. <Ilarion> ::laughs:: Kitty, you're about as kept as rainbows and daydreams... <Catreenia> ::grins:: Your hidden vice, then. <Ilarion> ::tracing a line over her knee with his fingers:: You're really all right with that? <Catreenia> Well, if you have the stamina, love... and if *you're* alright with it. I'd... I'd keep myself content, as your friend, but... I *want* you, Ilarion Quilisian. ::the stroke of her hand down his chest is possessive:: <Ilarion> ::taking her hand and kissing her fingers:: I never did have any self-control where beautiful women were involved... <Catreenia> ::grins, twining her fingers in his:: Thank the gods for *that*... <Ilarion> ::tracing a line of kisses up her arm:: So, what will you do with me, now that I've fallen under your spell? ::winks at her:: <Catreenia> Well, now that you mention it, I *did* have a thought... <Ilarion> ::grinning:: And what thought was that, oh secret desire of my heart? <Catreenia> ::grins wickedly:: I thought I might help you with your schoolwork. <Ilarion> ::raises an eyebrow:: I need a tutor? <Catreenia> Well... ::tracing a finger over his chest, pursing her lips judiciously:: I recall you saying how difficult it was for you *not* to shield... <Ilarion> ::nodding:: True... ::tugs at the knot of her sash lightly:: That's not usually a bad thing, though. <Catreenia> True. ::nods agreement:: Although it can be a problem when you're trying to, oh, say, mindlink... ::cocks her head:: And I seem to recall also how *concerned* you were that I was as well-satisfied as you were, last night... ::taps his nose with the finger:: Very considerate of you, I might add... <Ilarion> ::the corner of his mouth turning up:: So, you think we should have some nice, in-depth study sessions... helping you strengthen your mindlinking, and at the same time working on my dropping my shields? <Catreenia> ::nods:: *Very* in-depth... because you see, I seem to have discovered a new application for mindlink... though not, I'm afraid, the sort of thing I could write my term paper on... ::grins at him:: <Ilarion> ::raising an eyebrow:: This you'll have to tell me about... <Catreenia> Oh, I can do better than that, love... ::straddling him on the bed, her robe billowing out loosely to either side:: Let me *show* you... <Ilarion> ::catches the knot of her sash:: All right... I'll try... <Catreenia> ::grinning:: I think I can distract your concentration sufficiently.... [Fade to black] |
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