Rosalie inspected herself in the mirror. Her dress was of a deep burgundy velvet, with the wooden contraption of mouth fashion making her gown stand out to all sides, and frilly black lace giving it an edging along her plunging neckline. Her neck sporting her mother's golden necklace, the one with the garnets that came with matching earrings. Her hands were covered in black lacy gloves that did not hid her skin. Her curls were gathered up to give her added height for she was only a petite woman. Adding a fan and gloves to her out fit and throwing a shawl over her shoulder to give warmth under her dark cloak, Rosalie prepared to go visit the Embassy of Dort. Of course in her mind she was occupied with the trip she had planned for later that night.
She had arranged for a little trip later that night. One that she hoped most in the TerraWest building would remain ignorant off, yet it was necessary for her little diplomatic spiel, hence why she'd be taking a route that would most certainly land on Lord Azarin's plate. Let her be seen to consult whom she would consult. It would only heighten her credibility.
OOC: setting up details with Kaspar under brunch
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There was a knock at her door, two quick, sharp raps upon the wood. A muffled voice wafted under the wood, though she had no trouble recognizing it. "Madam Consul. The Coach is ready." It was Kaspar, his voice strictly official, and he did not even try to come in. He waited outside her door, his silver and blue uniform impeccable, his boots so shiny he would be able to peek under Rose] skirt should he choose to. The coach was drawn in front of the Embassy, a driver awaiting the pair patiently.
The diplomacy is the art of saying "Good dog", while you are searching for a big rock.
Her heart fluttered as she opened the door. He looked so ravishing. Oh, she needed another closet room, urgently. Instead she only lifted her skirts slightly, curtising. Not much would be hidden under her skirts if he was truly so evil to look. It was not a thought that passed her mind however, just murmuring huskily "A party awaits, mio amore, and a trip home after that."
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It was not that Kaspar was evil, he bowed and dipped his foot forward and the rest was pure physics and light reflection, the Sergeant's cheeks flushing slightly as he caught a glimpse of Madam Consul's ankle and shapely calf. Unfortunately , the rest of her body under the skirt was clad in darkness, thus shielding her from further scrutiny. What he did see was quite enough and as he straightened out, Kaspar felt refreshed, letting his gaze travel across her body, a knowing smile upon his lips.
He said nothing, offering her his arm and motioning down the hallway and towards the stairs. "The coach is waiting. I arranged for Antoine to be our driver for tonight. He will keep his mouth shut about it. All we have to worry about now is the locals." His voice was a low whisper, a smile melting away and his tone businesslike. It was almost like he was giving her instructions on security issues and possible danger.
The diplomacy is the art of saying "Good dog", while you are searching for a big rock.
Rosalie waved her hand when Kaspar mentioned the locals, dismissing them. No, she wanted to be seen traveling, or she would have used other methods. "Let us be seen attending the Duke's Party then," she smiled, wondering briefly if her fiancee to be would be there as well. She decided not to care.
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He was not worried about locals, trusting that they would not be so stupid as to make a major breech in diplomatic etiquette and risk open war by assaulting Mouthie consul. He was merely informing her of how everything was and his tone was for the others and not her. Corporal Ciccone nodded in greeting and saluted from the driver's seat atop the coach as Kaspar held the door open for Rosalie and helped her climb in. Moving after her, he sat in the seat opposite her.
Antoine waited a few flickers to be sure they were settled comfortably and then flicked the reins, urging the horses forward and the coach rumbled upon the driveway. The moment it was past the gates and turned right, Kaspar flashed a grin at Rosalie and within a flicker was seated next to her. "You don't mind if we go down to Inner Ring first. There is a small errand Madam Consul has to take care of before going to the party." He looked into her eyes, a knowing smile on his lips but said nothing more.
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"Does she?" Rosalie echoed, arching an eyebrow "Even though it is .. uhm.. slightly out of the way?" Her cheeks became somewhat flustered as suddenly Kaspar sat close. She told herself they were ensured perfect privacy in the dark of the carriage. That made her feel even more flustered. Only a lifelong training held her back stiff as she prevented herself from doing unseemly things.
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Just because she prevented herself from doing unseemly things, did not mean Kaspar would be quite so proper. With a wicked glint to his eyes, he leaned towards Rose pinning her against the wall of the coach and planted a long, passionate kiss to her lips, pressing his body against hers. Had it not been for the contraption under her dress, Madam Consul might have felt his hand upon her thigh. "She does. Certain Sergeant has missed her lips terribly." Then he growled. looking down. "Did I tell you how much I hate Mouthie dresses?" At this his hand slipped higher and fell upon her stomach, his lips finding her once more.
The diplomacy is the art of saying "Good dog", while you are searching for a big rock.
Rosalie surrendered to the wicked passion that came with Kasper Verducci, her illicit lover. Antoine would know, she realized in corner of her mind, uncomfortable even though Kaspar trusted him with his life, literally.
"What is there to hate," Rosalie gasped teasingly, "They are the height of fashion. You don't fancy me in an Imperial dress looking like a hoyden do you?" She kissed again "Don't mess up my make up," she warned as she ran her tongue over his lips.
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"I can't grope you proper. Can't reach what I want to reach." He was just kissing his way along her lips, when she whispered to him to mind her make-up, eliciting a frustrated groan from the Sergeant, his desire only heightened by her tease upon his lips.
"Makeup?" He wanted to ignore her request and to ruin her make-up, her hair and to take her then and there, but it would simply not do. What he could do however was make her regret it as much as he did. "Don't worry I won't." And with that he leaned lower before she could reply and planted soft bite upon her breast, soothing her skin with a kiss, his eyes watching her intently, awaiting a reaction.
The diplomacy is the art of saying "Good dog", while you are searching for a big rock.
Rosalie closed her eyes and arched her back, moaning softly. Oh, but the merest touch was enough to ignite her, for they had spend many days in frustration. "Last time you simply cut the leather strips away," she recalled, her voice labored, he being the ruin of many of her crinolines. His face up her skirts, cutting away the contraption so they could escape the riots, with a gentle caress for her calves, it was one of her fondest memories.
"Are you sure we are going to the Inner Ring, wouldn't the Outer Ring not have been more... appropriate," Rose muttered softly, willing him not to stop.
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It was quite frustrating to have her all for himself and not be able to let loose of all restraints and surrender to his emotions. Make up..... Bah! Fancy dress...... Bah! Arranged hair.... Bah! Man can't even touch her through all those layers. He hummed softly, as his lips traveled the expanse of her plugging neckline, taking full advantage of it, the black lace tickling his chin, and cheeks, but he ignored it. His hand strayed down her back and as low as the contraption allowed it, slipping under Rosalie backside, greatly hindered by the hoops in her crinoline.
With a frustrated groan and a grunt, he unceremoniously gripped her waist and deposited her in his lap, , ignoring the steel hoops biting into his thighs, and simply drew her closer for a kiss. Chuckling against Rose's lips he draw back to grin. "Think I will need that long to figure out to touch you through all those hoops, without ruining it?"
The diplomacy is the art of saying "Good dog", while you are searching for a big rock.
Rosalie moaned softly as her flesh contacted his legs, wriggly softly as she tried not to hurt Kaspar "It is all a question of ties and bucklers, but perhaps that would be too much time to waste," she whispered hotly in his ears as he sought out her neckline further, making her breathing labored.
Rose was never a passive lady and so her hands roamed over his shirt, under his blue and silver tabert "That will crease you know, we ought to .. save it.." she grinned smugly, tugging at the item.
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His own discomfort was the last thing on Kaspar's mind at the moment, the Sergeant focusing on Rose and Rose alone, though the dress was very high on his hate list. He was so frustrated that instead of raging, he chuckled, as he nibbled on her lips, his hands caressing the back of her neck. "You'll give me this dress when you don't need it. I am going to burn it." Forgetting her make up for a flicker, he planted a long passionate kiss to her lips, caressing them with his tongue, his breath hot on her skin, before pulling back and smiling. "Save it. We can't have it creased can we?"
The diplomacy is the art of saying "Good dog", while you are searching for a big rock.
"Oh no," she gasped laughingly as she pulled the tabard over his head, then reached for the laces of his shirt, allowing her hands to roam under the fabric over his muscled chest. Oh, how she had missed this. "Burn my favorite dress, you are so wicked." Breathless from his kiss she let her little sharp teeth nibble on his neck.
For a moment she glanced outside, seeing the dark shapes of the Citadel pass. It was appropriate that the barbarous spirit of the city touched her, spilling into this irrational, dangerous passion between them, the secrecy adding urgency to the moment. With a wicked grin she wriggled again before telling him softly which laces would loosen her bodice without too much difficulty, giving her more breathing space and allowing her breasts to spill out.
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There was a slight growl coming from Kaspar's lips when he got tangled in the tabard, though he was careful and patient enough not to pull to hard and risk ripping it. The coach was moving at quite a pace, though they would have a bit of time for themselves. Kaspar followed her instructions with some urgency and grinned broadly as the bodice spilled its treasure free, his hand going to caress her skin almost reverently, then his lips moved down, and paused just above her skin, his smile growing more wicked as Sergeant whispered. "I think the dress won't be a problem." Then he was too busy covering her breasts with light bites and kisses to tell her more.
The diplomacy is the art of saying "Good dog", while you are searching for a big rock.
Rosalie arched her back, groaning softly as he kissed her on her exposed breasts. Oh, how could this be sin. It felt so good. "Tell me.. no.. no.. SHOW me," she gasped to her darkhaired lover, tugging at his curls. Then her hands went down his shirt again, this time tugging them out of his breeches, caressing his back. She wanted to wrap her legs around his hips but there was too much wood in the way. She groaned again.
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It was very much the sin, despite the way she felt, though Kaspar would never acknowledge that, and would not stop his exploration even if his Captain was just outside the coach. He was not, so he worried not, sneaking a glance at his love and chuckling. "Oh, I'll show you, mio amore." With that his hand reached for Rosalie's waist once more and up she went, Kaspar's hand lifting the petite lady until she was standing in the coach.
Still seated he urged her to turn around, her back to him and then with a wicked smile pushed her forward, tipping her balance so she would have to use her hands to steady herself on the opposite seat. Even as she was catching herself, he pushed himself up and pressed against her back, crushing the crinoline somewhat, leaning forward and reaching to commit a few more sins, his hands roaming the expanse of Rose's skin freely. His lips were on her neck and shoulder, and came another whisper. "Ready, divina?"
The diplomacy is the art of saying "Good dog", while you are searching for a big rock.
Now if her brother was standing outside that surely would have given the merchantprincess pause. However he was safely away defending Aveas with his airship and so by necessity had left his poor little sister again, restoring the order of her life. An order which contained Verducci and their passionate affair as a very large feature. This, this was as it should be. This was what she lived for.. wasn't it?
Rosalie was surprised when Kaspar urged her to stand up, steading herself as she balanced precariously in the middle of the coach, the street making the carriage bounce, swaying her too and fro. She wondered what the Nether he was up to when he turned her around.
"Oh," Rose gasped as he pushed her, throwing her hands forward automatically to lean on the seat before her to cushion her fall. "Kaspar!" Slowly the contraption was pushed up, leaning more and more on her waist. "Oooh.. " she purred, as suddenly she felt him behind her, his hands roaming over her, while her hips pushed backwards, needing to feel that pressure. "Mio Amore, I never was more ready," the sinful little Dominicus girl groaned, urging her illicit lover on.
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It was so very frustrating, to have that entire contraption between their bodies, and while she felt so good under his hands, Kaspar wanted more. Needed more. Resisting the urge, he caressed her a while longer, his touches belaying his need, not so gentle anymore, but passionate and firm.
Then he pushed himself away and lifted Madam Consul's skirt up, stepping onto its front and tilting it so her legs and more importantly her bottom were revealed. He sighed and hidden by the tilted skirt, she could not see what he was doing. Then came a spank, his palm landing on her upthrust bottom with a loud smack, replaced by his lips a moment later. He chuckled from behind the skirt and soon his hands roamed Rosalie lower body freely.
The diplomacy is the art of saying "Good dog", while you are searching for a big rock.
Rosalie moaned softly, wriggly her tushy as he wrestled the contraption beneath her dress up, revealing first her thighs and then the cream whiteness of her bottom, caressed by the stockings just beneath. A resounding swat colored her one cheek rosy as she let out a small "Oh...!"
However Rosalie did not move, especially not after his lips followed the trail, causing soft sighs to emit from her red lips as she remained bent in the carriage as it swayed to and fro over the bumpy road. "Kaspar...Mio Amore" she sighed "are you going to hold the dress against me?" Was it an enticement or a complaint? The excitement running through her limbs was making her melt.
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Kaspar's answer was slow in coming, his lips busy kissing and placing soft bites along Rosalie's inner thighs, his hands urging her legs apart, pushing her ankles to the side, brooking no resistance to his efforts.
As he rose, his hands ran up her legs, over her stocking and reaching the softness between her legs, caressing it for a moment, before disappearing from her flesh. "No, divina. For the dress I will simply make you cry out in passion." And then touched her bottom once more, though this time it was not his hands, but his hips that pressed against it, the passionate Condotierre denying himself for a few flickers more, enabling his passion to flare even more brightly, his flesh swelling against her body.
The diplomacy is the art of saying "Good dog", while you are searching for a big rock.
"Kaspar," Rosalie protested, unsure what he was leading up to as he spread her legs, for in truth she had so very little experience, being stretched she felt excited but also.. embarrassed, exposed... something deep inside her making her flush. "Kaspar," she whispered, "What on Tazlure are you doing Mio Amore?
Her body reacted instinctively with pushing back her hips, gasping softly as she felt a growing hardness pushing against her flesh, his fingers teasing her. Rose did not feel in control, a mixed blessing. Her instincts screamed danger, yet her limps were so weak, so weak."Oh please," Rose heard herself beg.
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Had he been less excited, Kaspar might have taken advantage of the situation and teased her longer, taking advantage of the fact that she was a virgin no longer. He was consumed by desire however, and such thoughts were far from his mind. All he wanted was to feel her flesh against his and to work his way to pleasure for both of them. So it was that when she begged, he answered readily, though he did brush his fingertips against her soft flesh one last time, caressing her feminine parts softly, and then he was in her, strong hands grasping her hips and pulling back as his own pushed forward. Slow it began, but he knew he could not hold back his passion for long.
The diplomacy is the art of saying "Good dog", while you are searching for a big rock.
She had expected it by now, but it still came as a shock. The situation was tense. She was desperately trying to stand up as the rough coach went its round through the Inner Circle, swaying to and fro. Just one look of a curious bystander and they would be betrayed, Rose standing with her crinoline wrapped around her waist, and a Condotierre pushing against her hips in a most obvious way. Yet all the mistress of etiquette could do was moan instead of being mortified. This was the most wicked thing to date that she had done. How many ways where there to sin? Oh, Mio Amore, we shall be so sore she thought with a groan, unable to hold her hips still, yet already feeling a cramp going up her legs. It would only get worse she knew. "Kaspar," she cried softly with her low husky voice, not caring what carried outside of the privacy of the coach.
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