[CLOSED] It's all fun and games until somebody gets laid.

[airshipswank]

Who: Lord Buckingham (airshipswank), Athos (thestormcomes) & Ellen Harvelle (justrunsasaloon
Where: Buckingham's room & tba
When: April 12th & 13th
Rating: R+ for sexual content
Summary: Saturday is game day for Athos and Buckingham. This weekend the latter has a particularly brilliant idea to raise the stakes. One day later Ellen makes an equally brilliant choice about the flavour of social interaction currently missing in her life.

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[justrunsasaloon]

[Ellen sashays in, closing the door behind her. She settles the bottle of red on the table and walks over, her fingers running along the soft covers of the bed. then she jumps up and flops on the bed, bouncing ever so slightly. Her robe drops open to reveal what's underneath as she settles onto her side. Her fingers slide over the sheets again.]

Mmmm. Almost as good as my imagination. But better than the reality I was fearing.

[She holds out a hand for the champagne, smiling.]

do know how to treat a lady, your lordship.

[airshipswank]

Fearing?

[ He chuckles; amused, bemused, and perhaps a few letters more. Yet he approaches obligingly, and places the cup in her hand, before placing himself on the edge of his bed. ]

Am I to be your test of bravery then?

[ His fingers slide idly up her leg, and with a flick of his wrist ensure that her robe reveals a little more. ]

[justrunsasaloon]

[She smiles. her fingers brush over the tie of her robe, allowing it to fall open further. She's not wearing too much special, but there's a bit of lace visible.]

A lady is allowed her trepidation, my lord, Aren't I?

[she smiles, sitting up and brushing a finger over his mustache.]

Bravery, I have. I don't feel the need to test it. You're... well, you're you. That's all I need you to be.

[airshipswank]

[ Trepidation is not a word he would have thought a match for what little he knows of her, nor is lady for that matter, but Buckingham will gladly leave as much unsaid. Indeed he would consider this one of the few instances in which words have only so much use, especially when "get your hands off my magnificent work of bearded art right this second" seems rather crude a request for the moment.

Instead he takes her hand by the wrist gently, and while pulling it away places a kiss on its knuckles. ]

That I could arrange more easily, if I had a notion who you... think me to be.

[ An interesting philosophical query as well, but that is certainly for another day. Today Buckingham merely tugs at her lace and slowly pulls it down. ]

[justrunsasaloon]

[Ellen's husky chuckle completely unravels the tie to the robe, letting half of it fall to the bed, revealing her lace underthings and leaving her, half-bare in a peekaboo effect.

sliding up, the robe falls off her other shoulder and she smiles at Buckingham.]

Right now, you're being far too much a gentleman. I won't break, your lordship.

[airshipswank]

Too much of a gentleman? Is there such a thing?

[ His grin is mischievous, and he unlaces his own chemise, slipping it off quickly. Oh, but he wouldn't truly know, would he? When he's so very rarely accused of being one at all. One last act of propriety, as he folds the clothing he removed, and puts it away neatly on his nightstand. ]

I could... venture to abandon the notion, if it pleases you.

[ He punctuates the offer with a sharp turn back to Ellen. Already with little interest in her response he seizes her legs just above the knees, pulling her close. He leans down and presses his lips eagerly to her throat, his hands greedily sliding to pull and tear at any fabric that still dares to stand between him and her skin. ]

[justrunsasaloon]

[Ellen goes to answer, but then there are lips on her skin and she's far more focused on that than on whatever words were going to come out of her mouth. Instead, she listens to the lace of the bra shred under his fingers and can't help the laugh of delight.

After the lace of her panties disappears, she wraps her legs around his hips and tries to drag his face up for a kiss.]

Let's see if you can pleasure me, your lordship.

[She whispers the challenge teasingly.]

[airshipswank]

[ He will be glad then, for once, to allow actions to speak louder than words, and let her guide him where she will, eager to feel the warmth of her breath on his skin, eager to tug at her lip with his teeth just so.

In his mind the challenge is already met and won, and underneath his own body his hands move and find new ways to busy themselves, thumbs pressing down into soft flesh and drawing their circles closer and closer to the center of her breasts. ]