Emma Grace Frost (
icecoldfrost) wrote2010-12-28 09:42 pm
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Priest-De Ulloa Household, Notting Hill, London. Late Tuesday Night/Early Weds Morning.
It was another dream that had startled Emma awake with a jerk, her iron control the only thing that kept her from screaming as she did so. It took a moment to regain her bearings, and then she slipped out of bed, quietly making her way to the kitchen for a glass of water to take back upstairs with her.
She was as quiet as possible as she put the drink on the nightstand and climbed back into bed, one of her trashy mystery novels in-hand. Emma didn't want to wake Jack, but it was unlikely she was going to be falling back asleep anytime soon.
[OOC: For that one, please!]
She was as quiet as possible as she put the drink on the nightstand and climbed back into bed, one of her trashy mystery novels in-hand. Emma didn't want to wake Jack, but it was unlikely she was going to be falling back asleep anytime soon.
[OOC: For that one, please!]
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"This...helps," she continued quietly. "Just talking about it, and not having someone act like I'm going to break just because I got a little bruised."
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No, she wouldn't have, but she shared the mental image with Jack of her in her white corset and leather pants. "I'm rather surprised how comfortable it was, but then I ask myself if he was making me think I was comfortable, or if it was me. And then I just give myself a headache."
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He wasn't sure if it was really the time to be this frivolous, but in the moment it felt right.
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"And it would take a great deal of flattery to get me to dress up for you!"
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He thought he could do it.
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