A Dangerous Man (2/2)

Writers: Bree, Eimi
Date Posted: 30th April 2007

Characters: Miralani, Kiomo
Description: Miralani and Kiomo are very, very bad.
Location: Garnet Valley Hold
Date: month 2, day 20 of Turn 4

Miralani had spent only a few moments considering how she wanted Kiomo to find her if he did follow through on his promise. She'd considered and rejected any sort of fake casualness rather quickly. The game she was playing with Kiomo was not the game she had played with Daynar...
Daynar was a man who was easily lead by a flash of skin and a demure smile. Miralani highly doubted Kiomo would be the same.

Neither did she intend to sit around in her finest gown all evening waiting for him to arrive. There were any number of reasons he might not be able to make it, and she was not planning on letting such a turn of events make her feel like a fool.

Instead, Miralani chose her favorite dressing gown--simple and comfortable but expensive due to the whispery soft fabric--and sat at her mirror to brush out her hair. If Kiomo didn't make an appearance by the time she'd finished, she'd consider the evening a loss and retreat to bed.

Kiomo also planned his moves carefully. Timing was important he knew. If he arrived too early he would seem anxious. If he arrived too late, that would just get her feminine pride rilled up, which could be entertaining and rather hot. But he'd save that one for next time. Let her get a taste of what he has to offer first. It was so much better to make a woman wait when she knew what was coming and could let her imagination fuel her anticipation. So he decided to go with something more in the middle.

He also was used to bringing a bottle of wine and taking his time with a smooth seduction, but being that he was going to a lady's room at a borderline time of the evening, carrying a bottle would just make it way too obvious. Besides, she wasn't the type that would be seduced with sweet words and pleasantries. So in the end he came armed with only the letter, and easily removable clothing. Hers, he suspected, wouldn't be quite so convenient, but he like the idea of slowing peeling back the layers to reveal what was lying hidden underneath. Oh shards yes, he was going to have fun making her knees quiver.

His timing turned out to be perfect. Miralani had just worked the last snarl from her hair and was running the comb through the heavy length of her hair absently when she caught sight of Kiomo in the mirror. She didn't turn around, instead meeting his eyes in the mirror and smiling at him. "As good as your word, I see."

"I would never come between a lady and her devious scheming." He leaned casually against the doorframe, making it obvious that he was admiring her reflection, but making no move to close the distance just yet.

Miralani laughed as she set her comb aside and reached behind her to pull the bulk of her hair over one shoulder. "It's a quality more men could do well to embrace."

A woman's hair was hard for Kiomo to resist, as he was sure she was well aware. Let her have a small victory, he thought as he pushed himself off his wooden prop and sauntered towards her, reaching out his fingers to pull her hair away from her shoulders, watching her eyes in the mirror as his fingers brushed against her skin. "Very few men are of the same quality as I am, I am sorry to say."

She didn't try to hide her reaction to his touch. The last time she'd felt the soft caress of fingers along her skin had been nearly two turns ago, and her body was all too ready to feel pleasure again. Her lips parted on a soft sigh as she kept her eyes fixed on his reflection. "I hope patience is one of your qualities. I have been a very proper lady since I was made a widow... it's been a very long time."

"I'm nothing if not patient," he murmured in her ear before softly kissing the skin just below it, his fingers finding the ties on the back of her dress. If it had indeed been that long, he was fairly sure patience would not be necessary.

The dressing gown slipped from her shoulder easily, revealing that there was very little underneath it. Miralani finally looked back over her shoulder at him, her lips just a few inches from his. "Are we done with the witty banter for now? I find it distracting to have to come up with clever things to say when I'm trying to enjoy one of my last evenings as an unmarried woman."

Kiomo slowly pushed the cloth down along her arms. "It's your night,"
he purred. "We don't have to talk at all if you don't want to."

"That sounds perfect to me," she replied softly, letting her eyes drift shut. Soon enough she'd be tucked safely away in the Smith Hall working her wiles on Daynar, but for tonight she didn't mind letting someone else be the seducer. And whatever else Kiomo was, she was sure he would be a great deal of fun.

Last updated on the April 30th 2007

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