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Post by Banshee on Jul 21, 2005 23:00:56 GMT -5
"Okay, I give. You did a good job."
Sean chuckled as Elisabeth slid into his lap. He held out his hands for the bag, giving her his brightest smile.
"Now ye've got me curious, and tha' is a dangerous situation. Never get an Irishman curious, or yui'll never have a moment's peace."
He gave her a light kiss on the neck, while his eyes twinkled with a familiar shine.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 22, 2005 0:03:15 GMT -5
"Now ye've got me curious, and tha' is a dangerous situation. Never get an Irishman curious, or yui'll never have a moment's peace," Sean informed her as he reached out his hand for the gift, kissing her neck lightly.
Returning his impish grin, she cupped his face with her hands and gently rubbed her thumbs over his lips. Leaning forward so that she was just inches from his mouth, she looked in his eyes and said, "Are you really sure you want to get up to get it?" Her eyes were sparkling in merriment, partly because she knew he couldn't get up as long as she was sitting there and partly because he was so much fun to flirt with.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 22, 2005 0:10:46 GMT -5
Sean's eyes twinkled with merriment and mischief as Elisabeth whispered to him
"Are you really sure you want to get up to get it?" His impish grin grew wider as he got a good grip on her, and used his sonic powers. He brought them over to the bed, and slowly lowered them down,
"Who said anythin' about getting up?" He opened the bag, eager to see what was inside.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 22, 2005 0:38:39 GMT -5
Betsy laughed as he lifted them both up and flew to his bed, setting them down. Then he grabbed the bag and started pulling the tissue paper out. Shaking her head in mock disapproval, she said, "You are worse then a child on Christmas morning."
Somehow he expertly managed to rip into the package without letting her go. She watched as he pulled out the flannel navy blue with tiny white stars bedding. There was a fitted sheet, a top sheet, two pillow cases and a large, over stuffed comforter, all in the same pattern. At the bottom of the bag, there was an envelope and inside the envelope was two tickets for a Saturday night performance of Phantom of the Opera in a private suite.
Looking at him, she said, "I know, the bedding is practical but I've seen the sheets they put on these beds. Believe me when I say you'll need something nicer. And the tickets for the play are for next Saturday's performance. Doing anything that night?"
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Post by Banshee on Jul 22, 2005 0:43:59 GMT -5
Sean could only gape at the tickets for a few minutes, definately surprised. Elisabeth somehow managed to shock him more than anyone ever had before.
"If I had plans, they can wait. I've heard a lot about this one, now we really have something to look forward to. Thank ye, Elisabeth, this is truly wonderful." He set the bag aside, out of the way. He leaned in to kiss her, running one hand down her back.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 22, 2005 1:08:04 GMT -5
"You're welcome. It really is a magnificent show and honestly, I haven't decided if I prefer the New York version or the London one better," she replied.
Before she could say anything else, Sean kissed her, his hand on her back. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back. After a while, she broke the kiss off and leaned her forehead on his. "Mmm, I think I should bring presents home for you more often if that's my thanks," she said with a grin.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 22, 2005 1:14:03 GMT -5
Sean looked deep into Elisabeth's eyes, admiring their dark chocolate color.
"I have other ways ta thank ye as well." His eyes were like emeralds, glowing. He kissed her neck and blew on it lightly, remembering how much she had enjoyed it earlier. He whispered in her ear,
"Would ye like ta see how many?"
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 22, 2005 8:12:01 GMT -5
"I have other ways ta thank ye as well," Sean informed her, kissing her neck and sending a ripple of pleasure through her body. "Would ye like ta see how many?"
Betsy stifled a moan and closed her eyes. This man was going to be the death of her. Whenever she was around him, she lost all sense of what she was doing and he wasn't helping one bit. She should just get up and walk away now but Betsy knew she was already in too deep. It was the reason she never kept anyone close but Sean knew now that she wasn't making any commitments.
Knowing that any idea of leaving was gone from both their minds, she didn't reply, just wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled his mouth back to hers.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 22, 2005 10:13:08 GMT -5
Sean closed his eyes, as Elisabeth drew him in. He kissed her passionately. This woman was making him insane with desire, no other woman had ever affected him this way.
Some time later, Sean was holding Elisabeth, relishing the feel of her relaxing in his arms. Not drowsy this time, he grinned at her, pushing a stray strand of her purple hair out of her face.
"So, are we still on for skating?"
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 22, 2005 12:53:02 GMT -5
Betsy snuggled against Sean, his strong body still warm from their lovemaking and was oddly contented. There was something stable about Sean that drew her to him and even as strong as she was, she felt safe and protected when she was with him. If she sat and thought about those feelings for long she would have probably run away from him as quickly as she could so she pushed the thoughts back, not allowing herself to visit them.
He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at her, pulling some of her long hair out of her eyes. "So, are we still on for skating?" he asked her.
Betsy laughed and put a hand over her face, shaking her head. "Skating? That was probably the last thing on my mind but yes, we'll still go skating," she replied, taking her hand off her face.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 22, 2005 13:08:02 GMT -5
Sean grinned at Elisabeth, apparently they were both good at keeping each other off guard. He caressed her cheek gently and kissed it. An idea came to his head, and made his eyes sparkle.
"An maybe after tha', ye could show me the spare uniforms. Maybe even help me find one tha' fits" He teased, in no hurry to get up or move.
"Ye did want ta see how I looked in uniform?"
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 22, 2005 14:05:18 GMT -5
"An maybe after tha', ye could show me the spare uniforms. Maybe even help me find one tha' fits. Ye did want ta see how I looked in uniform?" Sean "suggested".
Betsy remembered that comment and thought to herself that it was probably not a good one to try and use again. Look where it got her this time. With a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, she ran her finger up his bare chest to his lips where she kept it and said, "I think I can already tell you I much prefer you out of your uniform." Then she moved her hand to behind his head and pulled him down for a kiss.
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Post by Banshee on Jul 22, 2005 14:13:14 GMT -5
"I think I can already tell you I much prefer you out of your uniform."
Sean grinned and his cheeks flushed slightly. Not many people could do that to him. Many years of service, Interpol and the NYPD, had made him immune to that.
Without skipping a beat, he replied, with an overdone lecherous look.
"The same goes ta ye, Elisabeth." His hand went to the small of her back, just resting there.
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Post by Psylocke on Jul 22, 2005 18:57:21 GMT -5
Betsy gave him a wide smile and said, “Well, thank you, Mr. Cassidy. Now, as much as I'd love to lay just like this all day, we really should get up. I can sense activity downstairs and as one of the people in charge while Charles is in Washington, I should check in with everyone.”
She pushed him over on his back laid across his chest for a moment, looking down at him. Kissing his lips gently, she added, “You are a good man, Sean.”
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Post by Banshee on Jul 22, 2005 20:02:47 GMT -5
"Now, as much as I'd love to lay just like this all day, we really should get up." Sean gave Elisabeth his big sad eyes for a moment and laughed. She rolled him onto his back unexpectly and leaned across him. He closed his eyes as she kissed him.
“You are a good man, Sean.” He raised an eyebrow impishly, put his arms around her gently. He rubbed her back and replied,
"Most of the time, Elisabeth, most of the time. Now, do we really need to get up, I'm comfortable right here?"
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