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8:49 PM - Feb 28, 2014 #41

The thought of her speaking in his mother tongue - even broken, and troubled - seemed erotic. Why? That didn't make any sense, it was his native tongue, it shouldn't have seemed erotic at all. Maybe it was the thought of her accent. maybe it was that she would have put effort into it just for him. Either way, the thought excited him and he could hardly wait to hear her speak it.

But for now? A kiss. She was asking him for a goodbye kiss. He hadn't been absolutely sure of the word before, but now with her leaning up towards him, he thought he understood it. How could he do anything but oblige her?

Still holding her hand, Adoracion bent to receive her lips, kissing her sweetly before pulling away just long enough for him to move in yet again, the kiss stronger again this time, and hungry. Very hungry.

His free hand folded gently behind his lower back, refusing to pull her in towards him. He could not trust himself to be civil anymore, sure that they would be nothing but suitors tonight, and did not want to insult her by allowing his hands to wander in public, or heaven forbid that she should feel something on his person that was less than innocent.
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1:40 PM - Mar 02, 2014 #42

Her hand caught in Adoracion’s hand was a tender reminder of their bond as he lowered his mouth to meet hers, while the other gripped on his shoulder, the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world, as if not willing to let him go anymore. Nicole’s eager lips parted to receive the kiss they had been longing for, her heart beating against the inside of her chest as if struggling to be closer to him. She kissed him back, first shyly, then overtaken by a sweet dizziness from which she woke up, with a soft moaning protest, when he pulled away.

A pale, thin ray of moonlight found its place between them while he was returning to her, begging and claiming with his mouth. Her heart almost stopped while feeling his breath upon her lips, the heat of the kiss stirring her soul. Yes, this was a bolder kiss, but one she could resonate with. Not exactly the kind of lustful and demanding kisses she had received the few times she had been kissed before.

Adoracion’s were different. If she knew the words, she would have called them tender and passionate. But she was just learning about passion. She hadn’t discovered yet that she was capable of it, and she hadn’t met a man before Adoracion to offer it to her.

Absorbed by the mesmerizing kiss, Nicole started exploring his mouth, first shyly, then playfully and curious. She gave into it, gave all to it, oblivious to his manly struggles while she was focusing on the new, overwhelming sensations she was discovering, exactly because while she knew love and kisses were connected in songs and legends, she saw no connection between love or attraction and sex.

If her body started awakening under Adoracion’s touch (or perhaps his mere presence was enough), Nicole didn’t understand it yet. She had still enough things to learn – not only about kisses, but about love, life and about herself in general. One couldn’t have called naïve a young woman who had slept with several men; however, in a way she was. Nicole knew enough things about men, but not exactly what she should know – what she needed to know – now.

She knew about men’s violent lust, about hungry touches provoking her pain, about their urges and how to please a rough, rapacious man. She had learnt it by submitting to threats and demands, motivated by fear of getting delivered to the soldiers for theft or, sometimes, by the need to get the money needed to pay for her father’s medicine and, sometimes, for next day’s food on the family plate. But she didn’t know anything she was experiencing lately.

No cloud was putting any shadow on her newly discovered happiness tonight. A man and a woman, kissing and holding hands, with the moon and stars above them, witnessing their inner revelations... this was what songs and legends were made of. And regular people's lives too.
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3:41 AM - Mar 03, 2014 #43

Under her own power, Nicole began to explore his mouth. Adoracion was surprised and confused by her seeming interest in continuing their passionate goodbye, but he wasn't entirely sure whether he wanted to just go with it or pull out of it. Where she had seemed hesitant to continue on with him a minute ago, now she was urging him on.

He gave a soft sound, made deep by his arousal, against her mouth, his hot breath falling over her lips as he sighed wantingly. Surely this meant that she had decided that she wanted him tonight, didn't it? How could it not? How could it not?

If she wanted to do it in the shop he was fine with that. He could be quiet. He could be tidy. No one would be any the wiser. Her Madame would never know he'd been there. He didn't have to stay the whole night. He could leave early.

He nipped her bottom lip gently, the bite dissolving into a pinch between his own lips and then a slow, firm suck. Meanwhile, the hand he had so carefully placed behind his back was released and immediately found her hip. He pulled her in towards him, pressing his hips directly against her, the thick rope of his want made conspicuous.

Still his mouth was playing with hers, but now he pulled it away, touching his right cheek to hers so that he could whisper his suggestion - the result of much analysis.

"Let us go inside."

The hand on her hip began to slip down, his palm searching out the fitting shape of her derriere through her skirts.
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8:50 AM - Mar 03, 2014 #44

Nicole enjoyed the discovery. The kiss was tasting better than she remembered from a few hours ago. She was growing bolder, driven by curiosity and instinct, without understanding about the reactions she provoked. It wasn’t that she was urging him on – she was just trying to discover and figure out what was so dazing about kisses, why the meeting of two mouths could mean so much in their case, and it didn’t – or it was almost frightening – in others.

There had been three or four men who had kissed her in the past, starting with the neighbourhood boy who had stolen her a kiss when she was twelve or thirteen, barely touching her mouth. Maybe for others that wouldn’t have even counted as a kiss, but for her it had. With that first kiss, she had felt only embarassment, knowing that it came from a dare or a bet he had with a few other boys. Then, it was a man in the market place who had asked for a kiss from the fifteen years old girl who had begged for a sweet potato he was selling, laughing at her clumsiness and innocence. If a fever didn’t kill him that very winter, later he would surely have wanted more than a kiss.

Admiral Duval, long time ago, had caught her attempting to steal his purse and he gave her a rough, possessive, lustful kiss which had frightened her equally as the threat to deliver her to the soldiers.

Then, a few months later, there was the handsome Navy officer – the new governor’s son, she had learnt after the handing over of the mandate. As arrogant as all the noblemen, still different. The only one whose kisses had been enjoyable, and on whom she had perhaps got a little crush, just because he had been the only man not rough with her. And because he had played with her like a cat with the mouse, intriguing and surprising her.

This didn’t mean a lot of experience, though, before knowing Adoracion and getting fascinated with him. They had just claimed each other – his whisper ”Mi Nicole” still resounded in her memory and in her heart. So… wanting to kiss him and admitting it shouldn’t be wrong between a couple in love, was it? This was where her new found boldness came from.

For now, she enjoyed all the new discoveries of what a kiss could mean, trying to answer to his playful bite with one of hers, still afraid not to hurt him, not to be unknowingly rough.

He liked kissing her; she liked kissing him. This was obvious, and Adoracion was different than any man she had known before. The only one who had taken her out on a date, behaving so considerately, the only one who taught her to dance, who showed her his ship…

Nicole didn’t have further motives. If asked what she would have wished to happen tonight – not that she would dare to state her wish, knowing well that it was impossible – her answer would have been simple: she would have spent it in Adoracion’s arms. Discussing, laughing, kissing and hugging – this was what she was dreaming about, all things she hadn’t been accustomed with before meeting him. And this might be indeed what courtship was about – at least so she could think if she corroborrated what she had read or heard before.

Of course, she knew she had to part with him and go inside… But it was damn difficult when his embrace and his kisses were so enticing. And tomorrow was still a long time away… even if, perhaps, if looking at the position of the moon, „tomorrow” might have become already „today”.

When Adoracion’s caresses became more demanding, she could feel his body reaction – but if it was meant to provoke an answer in hers, this was of fear. Not the overarching one pushing her to run away from him, however enough to take a step back when his touch made it possible.

The answer at his suggestion came promptly, with the same fear in her voice:

”We can’t! It is night time, what would my mistress say?”

It was a sincere reaction which would have happened before too. At the same time, there was the hint of fear in her voice, and if he was perceptive, he would feel it not only in her voice, but in her body’s different poise now.

She didn’t understand men’s urges, given that she had never felt anything like this. She only knew it happened to them, just because. If taking into account what the priest said sometimes in church, it was always the woman’s fault, because she tempted men. And maybe this time it was true, if kissing and longing for the warmth of his embrace was the temptation; but in the past, she had never tempted any of the men who had taken her just because she had been available then for them to display their domination against her, to relieve their lust and violent frustrations with her.

Nicole was now at a little distance from him, even if without ever taking her hand from his. She would have to leave him soon… If he said good bye peacefully and he came tomorrow, she wouldn't dwell on this - merely a reaction she couldn’t explain. If he insisted now, it was clear for her what drove him to insist… and in her mind his princiary glow would pale, reducing him to a man no better than the one they had met at the dance or than his awful crewmate.
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12:25 PM - Mar 03, 2014 #45

The night was blue. Shadows on the street echoed the dark indigo of the sky, and the lit-up bits were painted by the sad color of the moon. Streetlights, spotting the avenue, tried to cast orbs of warm, orange light. But their stalwart effort against the night was practically in vain. In the big picture, the world was still very much blue - here outside the herborist's shop; somewhere down by the docks; onboard ships; in nearby ports; even across the sea. Blue.

The shopgirl tensed-up in his arms, going nearly rigid. It was a sudden and obvious reaction to him pressing himself against her, and the first sign to Adoracion that he had not only read her wrong, but now had possibly spoiled his impression. A ruder man might have trapped her against him - it would have been easy enough to capture her in his arms, but Adoracion let her go. His hand slipped away from her, his arm falling back to his side.

Her denial came with no echo of flirtation and no suggestion of another place just no, because "it was night." Why couldn't go in at night? Because it was assumed they'd fuck. What had she been encouraging him to do? Fuck her. So what was problem here? Somewhere between intent and action a disconnect had arisen.

The lonely sailor looked at his hopeful prize as it took wind to its sails and began to steer away from what might have been his victory. To capture it meant to pursue, disable and board it, leaving it not the prize he'd been after, after all. But letting go for another day was risky and painful.

Adoracion was silent a moment as he looked at her, his expression betraying his confusion and, perhaps, the slightest hint of annoyance.

She was a virgin. She had to be. That would explain the shyness, her sweet - more than saucy - coyness, her awkward, uncertain kisses, and the fact that she wanted it - and so lead him towards it - and then pulled out at the last minute. And there was nothing wrong with that. Many a woman remained pure until her marriage bed. It was expected, really. Addie was just used to the company of whores, sluts, and other sorts of loose women. Really, he knew he shouldn't be here then, trying to entice a good woman to go astray. Perhaps Nicole was not the prize for him. Another, better man deserved a pure lady like her.

He cleared his throat and attempted to pull his hand gently from hers. "Forgive me... he apologized out of decorum. "I...misunderstood."

[Wow, yours was long! Forgive my cursing this post, haha. And don't forget she has his jacket still... >_> use it to your advantage in making sure he comes back, lol]
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7:53 PM - Mar 03, 2014 #46

Nicole’s heart was rushing a bit differently now. On one side, it was the pain to separate from Adoracion; on the other side, the fear that he would show being no different than any of the rapacious men she had known before. Fortunately he just proved he wasn’t. He had let her go, reluctantly, with confusion and disappointment, but he hadn’t attempted to keep her against her will, and she was grateful for this. He was still her beloved hero, her prince in shining armour. Human, of course, not angelic – and, as far as she knew, this was something that did happen to men. Nothing to hold against him. Especially that he was apologizing.

”Maybe I was doing something wrong,” she answered with a smile, thinking about the words she had heard in church. ”Please forgive me too. I’ll be looking forward to see you again tomorrow. Buenas noches, hasta manana she added, proud that she had remembered the greetings learnt from Madame Lucia.

For one moment, she squeezed his hand in sign of good-bye, then she rushed inside, still confused by the latest moments, the taste of his kiss lingering on her lips.

Only when arriving into her room with the intention to get undressed for the night, she noticed that she still had his coat on her shoulders. But at that moment of the deep night, there was nothing to do about it anymore.

And, of course, she had difficulties to get out of that dress made nearly five years ago… Would she dare to awaken Ghislaine to ask for help?
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3:47 AM - Mar 04, 2014 #47

He watched her scamper away, ensuring that she disappeared inside her home safely before he finally turned, moving with some discomfort into one of the orange orbs of streetlight not far from Nicole's place.

It was chilly, wasn't it? He realized with another sigh of annoyance that she had his coat. Ha! No woman to warm him and no coat, either. Perfect.

Out of the herborist's sight, Adoracion allowed himself a moment of true dissapointment. It was his own fault. Just like all of the guys he'd really worked himself up on the trip back in. You sang of women and boasted of the ones whom you would spend your first night back with and the things you'd do to them and that they'd do back. It made the trip back merry. You thought of your girls on the way out to keep you from jumping overboard and swimming back to land - you thought of your girl during battle to keep you from giving up - you thought of your girl on the way home to keep you from thinking of your sore bones and worn muscles. And hopefully, when you got home, you had a woman to be good to you - whether she loved you or you just payed her to pretend - to keep you from never trusting yourself again.

Women turned the world around.

Anyway, he shouldn't have been foolish enough to dream of Nicole. He hardly knew her. How could he actually expect her to just invite him into her bed.

Hn.

Time to go dockside. He couldn't exactly go back to the ship. They'd all know she'd turned him down. Scrum worst of all. He'd have to spend the night.

For the price of a whore he could get a night indoors and a body for his needs..

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