Story #1

[nephir]

This one is actually an original fic -- based on some RPGing that I was doing a few years ago -- somewhat MarySueish, but don't let that scare you off please *grin*



A Winter Story

During our brief years together Gregor and I would often pass time by amusing ourselves with games. This is the story of one of those games...

While I could not go out into London society for the time being, as there was always the chance of bumping into a relation of Donald’s, I was still able to attend private parties, usually those thrown by those who did not move in the same circles as his family. Our game this evening was to see who could seduce our host.

Our evening had started off well. We were attending a party thrown by a Mr. Henry Armitage, a genial host who rarely had a clue as to the true nature of his guests. He liked to believe that he was on the cutting edge of society by inviting those who were in the habit of belonging to esoteric lodges and the art crowd. We had spent the early part of the evening discussing the political arena in Europe, when Gregor and one of the guests, a Mr. James Wilkes got into an argument over the effectiveness of the French government. While they were in the throes of their argument, I was wooing Mr. and Mrs. Armitage alternately, determined that I would win the wager this evening. It looked as if Gregor and James would come to blows when the dinner bell rang and spared the rest of us the confrontation.

As we were seated around the dinner table, my eyes lit upon a young woman of remarkable grace and looks. While no beauty by the standards of the English, she had a very sweet face with a pair of remarkably sensuous lips. My desire and appetites whetted I determined then that I would forfeit the bet to Gregor for the chance of wooing the young lady. The less said about dinner is for the best. Although I was raised by an Englishman my father preferred native foods, and Donald’s family while not the most imaginative of meal planners, at least knew what spices were appropriate for what dishes. I wish that I could say the same of our hosts this evening.

Over dessert I suggested to Eloise, the young lady of the beautiful lips, that she and I should take off and leave our respective dates to go dancing. To my joy, she agreed, and we took leave of our hosts and of Gregor. I never did learn the name of the young man she had came to the party with.

I had the footman bring my motorcycle around to the front and we raced off into the night with me driving and Eloise in the sidecar, to the Sin Sin Club. Eloise seemed a bit abashed to find that most of the patrons were women, but bravely headed out to the dance floor with me. We danced and shared many drinks, for which poor Eloise had little tolerance. When it got to the point that she could barely stand, I took her back out to my motorcycle and headed back to her apartment.

Back at her apartment I helped Eloise get ready for bed. Feeling a little intoxicated myself, I made a move to kiss her, when she took control and began to kiss me. We feverishly divested each other of our clothing and fell to the bed in a frenzy of desire. The alcohol in her system rapidly evaporated as we stoked and shared the fire in each other’s body.

Our interlude was unfortunately brief, for I was due home early, as Gregor and I were to be leaving for France in the morn. Eloise was well worth the forfeit, and as Gregor and I shared our evenings experiences with one another, we both felt as if we came out the winner of that game.

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I remember this. YOu should add the rest of them.