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Post by Killian O'Donnell on May 29, 2011 8:08:35 GMT -5
Killian's smirk widened as she listed off some characteristics the Irish blamed on their heritage. It was true they did blame those things on their blood but it was their upbringing and who were they to deny it? He left out the bit about the thirst for a fight where the opponent didn't move. Mostly because he knew that that wasn't specific to the Irish, but to the mad. He didn't mind being a little crazy (okay, a lot more then a little) but that didn't mean he was going to just come out and share that with her. "Perhaps you should lass, I can't imagine there would be an Irishman within a hundred counties who wouldn't be trying to win your hand."
Except, perhaps him, but he had what he wanted from her and they were both more then satisfied with it. Killian shoved his hands into his pockets as Sarah spoke again and he watched her with an arched eyebrow and a smirk before replying. "Ah, Sarah, you should know by now I can come up with more then a few ideas. Why don't we head back to your apartment? Unless you'd prefer to stay here?" He said with a smirk, playing with the idea of making her hot when someone might walk in on them.
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Post by Sarah Williams on May 29, 2011 8:44:06 GMT -5
"Don't know that my hand is up for the taking, but that doesn't mean it wouldn't be fun to watch a lot of Irishmen try," Sarah said with a wink, drifting a few steps closer. Sarah was a practical woman about most things, including herself and her life, marriage and romance weren't something that was bound to find her again. She'd had her shot and it had been brilliant and wonderful and short lived - what's done was done and she was okay with that. Besides, there was much more fun to be found when men like Killian cornered her in costume rooms with promises of entertainment.
She laughed a little at his choice, feeling a delightful shiver down her spine at the look in his eye as he suggested they not go anywhere. "I have to admit, that second option does hold a certain appeal...." She cast her eyes around the room, over the racks of clothing and tufts of fabric and envisioned the things that she and Killian could do surrounded by them. "But I think," Sarah said, stepping closer until she was directly in front of him and could stand on top toe to brush a kiss against his mouth. "...we'd be much more comfortable upstairs, don't you?" She prompted, settling for another kiss, and letting this one linger so she could taste the masculine strength of him, revel in it as she pressed her body enticingly against his.
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Post by Killian O'Donnell on May 31, 2011 8:38:57 GMT -5
He chuckled darkly and shrugged his shoulders, "Just thought I'd throw it out there and see what you thought." When she pressed herself against him for a second kiss he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and held her close. It took him only a moment to shift their positions so that she was against the wall and he was the one in control of the kiss. He pulled back after few seconds so that he could catch his breath as he stared down at her with lust filled eyes. "Best not be kissing me like that, lass, if you want to wait till we get to your room."
His voice was deeper then usual and it was obvious she'd captured more then just his attention as his smirk widened into a grin. He pulled away and unwrapped his arms as he took her hand in his and led her from the costume room. Killian had an excellent memory so he knew exactly how to get them from the costume room to her room. It didn't take but a few moments but he paused outside of it, waiting for her to open the door.
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Post by Sarah Williams on Jun 1, 2011 18:22:32 GMT -5
Sarah grinned up at him when he pulled away from her, her back pressed against the wall and the hard lean muscle of his body pushing into hers was all the enticement she really needed. His words just added some heat, causing a fire to light in her eyes as she considered the possibility of what lay ahead. Sarah could sense the desire in Killian's voice, in the way it pitched low and his accent thickened sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine. With a satisfied smirk she allowed him to take her hand and guide her through the back hallways of Caprice, knowing he knew the way and allowed her mind to wander as to just what would happen once they arrived at her door.
Which they did just a few short moments later and Sarah stepped in front of him, reaching for the doorknob as she fished out the key and slid it into the lock. "Seems we've run out of things to talk about," She said, turning to look at him before throwing open the door and taking a step backwards into her room even as she lifted a hand and settled it at the back of his neck. "So why don't you come in and...make yourself comfortable," She offered, pulling him down for a kiss as she led him into her room and pushed the door, letting it click shut behind him.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Jun 29, 2011 18:47:06 GMT -5
[[ New Day ]]
Naomi sat in her chair and ran her fingers over her brow, letting out a sigh as she tried to contemplate that to do next. She wasn't the kind of woman that just allowed things to go on and people to do as they pleased. She liked to be in control really, but at times like these when she just needed to settle she would find herself a place to sit and just-- let go. Pain, fear, affirmations-- she would let it all go. she was one hell of a strong woman, she'd been through hell and back.
The hall was doing fabulous, she was doing well with business. She had a lot on her mind really, too much sometimes. But that didn't matter, she just needed some quiet time to absorb things and go right back to doing as she always did alone. Alone was the way it was going to be and she knew it-- she had ran all over the world, running from one thing or another for whatever reason and now she was here with a successful business and fighting the same old urge to run.
And she didn't even know why. Swallowing she looked at herself in the mirror, watching the line of her eyes, the shape of her mouth. She was still young yet, she had plenty of time but she still couldn't fight that-- maybe she wouldn't be able to rise above this some day. Maybe she would just give up some day-- but that day wasn't today.
She had to much to do, even as someone knocked at the door she sighed. "Come in." She went back to brushing out her hair, enough of the pity party, it wasn't the time. She had a place to run and no time to think about jumping on a train and not looking back.
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Post by Sarah Williams on Jun 29, 2011 19:32:34 GMT -5
"Naomi?" Sarah said as she opened the door and poked her head into the room, in search of her friend. There wasn't any real problem, just something about a misplaced costume but nothing Sarah couldn't handle on her own - she was simply looking for her friend. Naomi had seemed out of it as of late, sort of reserved and knowing Naomi as she did, it didn't sit right with Sarah to see her like that. Stepping into the costume room, Sarah let the door fall shut behind her and leaned against the door frame, studying the graceful curve of Naomi's neck as she brushed her dark hair.
"You've been quiet lately," She said finally, stepping further into the room and toying with the fringe on a red dress, playing with it between her fingers before turning back to face Naomi. They never pried in one another's lives, it just wasn't the sort of people they were, but they were there for one another and Sarah knew that Naomi would open up if she wanted too. And if she preferred to keep the talk casual and have a smoke and a drink, then Sarah was good for that too - but her commentary was her small way of letting Naomi know that she was around, for whatever it was she needed.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Jun 29, 2011 19:47:46 GMT -5
Naomi paused in her pushing, the silver of the brush glinting in the lamp light before she set it down and looked back at her friend-- the yellow hues playing on her somewhat dark features. Tucking her hair behind her ear she glanced back into the mirror and offered a slight smile into the glass. "Was missing someone, Sarah." She was alone now and probably would be for a long time but she offered her friend a smile.
"We're not the kind," she admitted. "Not the kind that get the white fences and the little maids or even the kind that get the kids and the man that drinks some times because life is heard. We're the kind that go it alone and have to accept that fact. Because there isn't going to be another way.." The pity box was reopened but it was more of an acceptance box, she was staring to realize that she was Naomi Talbot, she was the woman that wasn't about to let anyone shove her under ground or lasso her to a stove. she had to much life, but what was a life without someone to share it with? Just a long lonely venture.
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Post by Sarah Williams on Jun 29, 2011 20:19:35 GMT -5
Sarah watched the small smile that Naomi sent towards the mirror and she shook her head slightly, wishing she could soothe away some of the sadness that she saw in her friend's eyes. "We all have someone to miss," She said quietly, thinking of her own losses, the people she had left behind and the ones that had left her - either by choice or fate. Sarah had learned a long time ago that was the painful reality of life, sometimes it was cruel and unfeeling - Sarah figured she was the tougher for it, not that that made it any easier.
"Never figured myself for the white fences and kids sort, if I'm bein' real honest," Sarah said, walking across the room to stand beside Naomi and study them both in the mirror. They were both dark, beautiful and graceful in their own ways and both had walked complicated paths to get where they were - it was the way of things. "Even with..." Sarah trailed off and shrugged into the mirror, allowing her thoughts to drift for a moment to a roguish cowboy with a glint in his eyes. And yet, even still with Patrick, Sarah knew there wouldn't have been white picket fences or hearth and home, she wasn't built for such things and never really had been. "We make our own way, Naomi," Sarah said, catching Naomi's eye in the mirror and smiling at her. "That's always been the way."
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Jun 29, 2011 21:14:17 GMT -5
When she heard Sarah speak she looked at her in the mirror, smirking a bit with a slight shake of her head when she realized that she really didn't see herself with that either. "Been on my own since I was nine years old." she rarely talked about where she came from, or what she'd done in her past. She'd lost family, lost the people she loved too and she had fallen in love with an englishman and found him again, only to lose him in the same breath. It was... her life it seemed. To love and lose, but rarely did she get to hang on.
"We're the kind that fight," she recalled. "We fight, we strike out and we make our own ways in the world. It is what it is... I don't think I once figured that I would ever be the kind that had it easy. Because some hearts just get lucky.." And she wasn't one of them, quiet for a moment she reached out and took a hold of her friend's hand. "We give them hell and we give them a show and something to wish they could take home at night."
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Post by Sarah Williams on Jun 29, 2011 21:31:46 GMT -5
"Sometimes I think life gives us more to handle because fate knows we can survive it," Sarah said, squeezing Naomi's fingers when she reached up to take her hand. Women like them would always be a solitary sort, even among friends they found a way to stand alone because that's what life had dealt them. Sarah didn't mind it so much, she'd learned to embrace that quality, reveled in it mostly, and had woven it into the fabric of who she was. She wasn't much for sentimentality, those days and moments were long gone, but if there was anyone she was liable to have those moments with, it was her old friend.
"And the lucky ones," Sarah began, letting a playful smile tug at her features as she squeezed Naomi's fingers again. "The lucky ones do get to take us home - at least for one night." Sarah winked at Naomi, recalling some late nights that had stretched into early mornings that she wouldn't soon forget - Sarah was hardly above enjoying herself and enjoy herself she did. Breaking the moment, Sarah released Naomi's hand and reaching up to comb her fingers through her hair as she studied herself in the mirror. "By the way, Abigail lost her dress...again."
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Jul 6, 2011 4:00:53 GMT -5
"Again?" she asked as she got to her feet with an exasperated sound. She was the owner of the place and the show was about to start. Though she didn't forget Sarah's words she accepted them as they were meant. They were strong and they could survive just about anything without a hitch. Sometimes there was a little bit of pity party required to keep yourself sane, but the truth of the matter was-- it never lasted long. Not for Naomi Talbot.
When she came to her friend's shoulder she offered her a mischievous grin. "You know what I think? I'm over due for one of those nights you're talking about, Sarah. I'm way past over due.." she was way post over due letting someone touch her like she was beautiful and that-- was enough for her to move away from her friend and down the hallway, seeking out the little bint that couldn't keep hold of her dress.
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