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Nov 15, 2011 18:55

There was something about the way Alcuin's sheets felt against his skin, soft and smooth like butter, expensive and rich and glorious. The lure of his sheets and company was calling to Nikola and he was too weak to resist. Really he shouldn't be calling upon Alcuin at this hour but well, he was bored and horny and he had finished his latest piece ( Read more... )

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submitwithwill November 15 2011, 19:30:27 UTC
My dreams had been troubled and ill those first nights since my arrival on that strange island, filled with faces from home asking why I did not return. Hyacinthe's was the most difficult to bear, his hand outstretched for mine as he stood on his lonely isle. Perhaps I could be forgiven, then, that when I did sleep without those dreams, it was soundly and deeply, so much so that I did not hear the arrival of an unfamiliar step in the room I shared with Alcuin. The hand was less easy to explain, save for the yearning I had to wake one morning to my consort's familiar features. To have that kind of contact was sorely missed, but this hand had none of the familiar callouses of my Casseline which made my eyes open and the voice that spoke in my ear was accented strangely and certainly not one I recognized in the least ( ... )

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thedevamper November 15 2011, 20:24:23 UTC
Nikola moved ineffectively back against the arm pushing him away, scowling as he moved away sitting up. In the dim light he could make out her features she was beautiful, rather breathtaking actually but that still didn't stop the annoyance sinking into his features and posture.

"Who do I think I am? I'm Nikola Bloody Tesla," Nikola replied. "Who are you? And why are you in Alcuin's bed?"

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submitwithwill November 16 2011, 02:15:25 UTC
"Whoever you are it does not excuse your actions!"

I was wearing little more than my underclothes and while I had never been shy, I held the blankets tight to me as I tried to work my way through the moment. I was rarely flustered like this, trained to be at ease even during the most stressful of circumstances, and Elua only knew the things I'd survived, but this was a... violation.

"I live here, Messire, why are you sneaking inside in the dead of night?"

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thedevamper November 17 2011, 19:33:37 UTC
"Oh for the love of-" Nikola scowled as the woman tugged the blankets tight to me, leaving him minus the sheet. Taking a pillow and placing it over his lap, Nikola exhaled and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I came here to see my apprentice. Alcuin. He hadn't told me he was inviting someone else home with him tonight. Really if he wanted to bring a woman to bed, he could have at least let me invite Helen."

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