The Gambit's Seduction
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"I talked to Storm."
"I would trust him with my life. Why do you ask?"
The two women eyed each other warily.
"What are you two? Lovers?"
"Stormy? You got to be kidding me..." "You ruined me."
"Where were you?"
"Stopping myself from making a mistake."
...
"They said he likes brunettes," she says bitterly.
"Why does that matter?"
"Take one look at me and you tell me why."
He looks.
"Never had a preference, me."
"Oh?"
"First woman I loved had blonde hair." ... "The second was brunette."
... "And the third?"
... "White." He looks at her pointedly...
She catches her breath and he stares at her intensely, as if daring her to challenge the admission. Finally, she looks away.
...
"You never let me care about you. Why do you always ... I'm not going to be your abuser. ... Where did you get those bruises?"
"The Danger Room! ... I don't take some sick pleasure from pain. ..."
"Then why do you like this?"
"Because you're honest!... Because for once in my life, I don't have to worrry about everything crashing down around me when I find out that this isn't what I think it is!"
"What is this?"
...
"Why won't you give me the same thing?"
"You didn't ask for it!"
"What do you think I asked for?" He stares at her intently for a long moment before he turns and walks away.
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He goes into the bathroom to wash his face, clear his head; wash his body, clear away the last traces of the bar whore.
He stripped her carelessly, not his usual style, but he really didn't want to think. Every time he let his thoughts go, they returned to dark hair with a white streak, flashing emerald eyes...
He stared down at the blonde, waiting for him to discard his own clothing.
And couldn't do it.
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When he comes out, she is standing at the window, staring through it, arms crossed, hands digging tightly into her flesh. She's frowning.
goes over to her, pulls her against him.
"I don't want you for your _." He kisses her softly on the top of her head and she shudders in his embrace. "Or your strength." He feathers another kiss on the smooth curve of her jaw. "Or because you're beautiful." Her neck. She swallows. ...
Slowly, she turns in his arms and he watches the flurry of emotions fleeing through her emerald gaze. She stares at him, suddenly defiant. "Then why do you want me?"
He stares back.
And everything she is floods through him, frightens him a little, but he wants it more badly than she can imagine. He slides one hand into her silken hair, lets it fall over his fingers.
"Because you're innocent," he says. "And because you're not."
Turmoil. A small frown puckers her mouth. He leans over to kiss her.
She responds, warm mouth opening to take him in. Her hands slide over his shoulders and her body presses against his.
...
teaches her the art of seduction. intense gaze, expressionless face
"Got your attention, don't I?"
"Yes."
flicks his gaze from here to there on her body. "Only look when you don't have an audience."
"I would trust him with my life. Why do you ask?"
The two women eyed each other warily.
"What are you two? Lovers?"
"Stormy? You got to be kidding me..." "You ruined me."
"Where were you?"
"Stopping myself from making a mistake."
...
"They said he likes brunettes," she says bitterly.
"Why does that matter?"
"Take one look at me and you tell me why."
He looks.
"Never had a preference, me."
"Oh?"
"First woman I loved had blonde hair." ... "The second was brunette."
... "And the third?"
... "White." He looks at her pointedly...
She catches her breath and he stares at her intensely, as if daring her to challenge the admission. Finally, she looks away.
...
"You never let me care about you. Why do you always ... I'm not going to be your abuser. ... Where did you get those bruises?"
"The Danger Room! ... I don't take some sick pleasure from pain. ..."
"Then why do you like this?"
"Because you're honest!... Because for once in my life, I don't have to worrry about everything crashing down around me when I find out that this isn't what I think it is!"
"What is this?"
...
"Why won't you give me the same thing?"
"You didn't ask for it!"
"What do you think I asked for?" He stares at her intently for a long moment before he turns and walks away.
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He goes into the bathroom to wash his face, clear his head; wash his body, clear away the last traces of the bar whore.
He stripped her carelessly, not his usual style, but he really didn't want to think. Every time he let his thoughts go, they returned to dark hair with a white streak, flashing emerald eyes...
He stared down at the blonde, waiting for him to discard his own clothing.
And couldn't do it.
: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :
When he comes out, she is standing at the window, staring through it, arms crossed, hands digging tightly into her flesh. She's frowning.
goes over to her, pulls her against him.
"I don't want you for your _." He kisses her softly on the top of her head and she shudders in his embrace. "Or your strength." He feathers another kiss on the smooth curve of her jaw. "Or because you're beautiful." Her neck. She swallows. ...
Slowly, she turns in his arms and he watches the flurry of emotions fleeing through her emerald gaze. She stares at him, suddenly defiant. "Then why do you want me?"
He stares back.
And everything she is floods through him, frightens him a little, but he wants it more badly than she can imagine. He slides one hand into her silken hair, lets it fall over his fingers.
"Because you're innocent," he says. "And because you're not."
Turmoil. A small frown puckers her mouth. He leans over to kiss her.
She responds, warm mouth opening to take him in. Her hands slide over his shoulders and her body presses against his.
...
teaches her the art of seduction. intense gaze, expressionless face
"Got your attention, don't I?"
"Yes."
flicks his gaze from here to there on her body. "Only look when you don't have an audience."
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