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tampered2008-01-26 02:33 pm
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Log: Ongoing
When; Jan. 26 (night)
Rating; PG?
Characters; Open
Summary; The Inauguration Affair for the Co-Wardens blasts off with a sabering of the champagne.
Log;
[ooc: Open log for any chars who wish to attend, label threads as you wish as necessary. Let's try to keep physical confrontations at a minimum since the Police Force and Palace Staff will be providing security. Food and drink and entertainment provided! The announcement says midnight but obviously interaction can extend beyond that (backlogged, forelogged, and inbetween ♥)]
Rating; PG?
Characters; Open
Summary; The Inauguration Affair for the Co-Wardens blasts off with a sabering of the champagne.
Log;
[ooc: Open log for any chars who wish to attend, label threads as you wish as necessary. Let's try to keep physical confrontations at a minimum since the Police Force and Palace Staff will be providing security. Food and drink and entertainment provided! The announcement says midnight but obviously interaction can extend beyond that (backlogged, forelogged, and inbetween ♥)]
To the North Deck
He inched forward, just barely.
"Not a fan of the formalities?"
To the North Deck
"I have to familiarize myself with something sooner or later," the Englishman nodded, letting the strip of silk hang. He undid the top two buttons on his tuxedo shirt too... for comfort. "Hardly. I prefer being more direct when I've got an interest in mind."
To the North Deck
Styles smiled, slowly, knowing exactly what Brocklehurst was doing. He tugged slightly on his own collar, turning his neck away so the mark disappeared, teasing.
To the North Deck
Down the empty hall, another corridor to the right, the indoor garden. It wasn't anything fancy, just a narrow strip of the grounds with decorative flora, a small streaming fountain, benches, and a view of the forest that grew along the north side. Ahh but where were his manners? Brocklehurst extended a hand to Styles.
"Nicholas Brocklehurst. A pleasure."
To the North Deck
"Married, Mr. Brocklehurst?"
To the North Deck
His blue gaze narrowed on the diamonds. Neither did he release Styles' hand.
To the North Deck
He licked his lower lip in a quick, catlike motion.
To the North Deck
"He went missing today and I've been trying to find him all night. Do you think he might be undercover? I hear your boys in the Pentagon are good at this sort of thing."
He played the helpless Counsellor like a professional.
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"I think so. He's sharper than any American I've ever met," Nicholas added to the description. "Perhaps he went this way. Will you help me, sir?"
To the North Deck
He took Brocklehurst's earlobe between his teeth suddenly, quickly, then let go just as fast. "Apologies. What's your fiancee's name."
To the North Deck
"Stars and stripes."
Nicholas leaned back to look him in the eye and smirk.
To the North Deck
He pressed another kiss, furious, harsh, sweet, all at once.
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"That was my plan," he uttered before taking Christopher's mouth against his own once more. Somehow someway he started edging them both down the hall, hands in that coat, pulling at buttons, braces, hopefully without tripping.
To the North Deck
Of course, back then, it was going to be the only time. Only once had been Christopher's rule. But then the British man had called him. And that was it, he didn't have a chance after that.
Styles' suspenders came off, hanging down around his knees, his shirt peeling off under Nicholas' expert hands. "Forget everything," he said, giving the man another kiss, solid and extreme. "Your fiancee, your boss, everything."
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"All I've got is you, Christopher," he groaned between their mouths, licking the edges of Styles' sharp and biting teeth. Oops, watch the stones by the fountain, they're slippery. He pressed on, losing his dinner jacket and bowtie, towards the wall.
To the North Deck
It occurred to him there that they had never danced together. Would their first dance be at their wedding? Styles didn't know, and at the moment, he didn't care. He pulled at Brocklehurst's shirt, the buttons popping beneath his fingers.
To the North Deck
Blue eyes caught the arch of a button falling into some of the decorative greenery. No loss. He pressed Christopher's back to the cool concrete. Kissed him. "Christ I love you," said the Englishman, passionate and honest, "and damned do I want to fuck you." His accent thickened.
To the North Deck
"Did you bring lube?"
To the North Deck
"No... but I have a rubber?"
To the North Deck
He stared at Brocklehurst's face, trying to see if it was a joke.
It wasn't a joke.
He pushed the other man away. "Then we'll have to wait."
He paused again.
"Why are you keeping a condom in your wallet now, anyway?"
To the North Deck
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He straightened his clothing a bit though the buttons couldn't be saved. "Will you let me do it at home," Nicholas asked, hardly pathetic but his request wasn't a joke.
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"Of course. When there's lube and I can feel you hot in me." He ran a hand through his short hair and looked around. "Let's go home."
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To the North Deck