Anne Forsythe (
adreamtorise) wrote2010-02-16 12:17 pm
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(Backdated to Valentine's Day 'cause slow mun iz slow. :p)
It took every last one of her feminine charms, but with a little effort and a lot of sex, she managed to keep Ash so distracted he couldn't make plans for Valentine's Day. She'd even tracked down his assistant and asked her to keep his schedule clear and derail any attempts he might make to reserve a restaurant or plan an event.
She had plans of her own, and they were absolutely going to trump any fancy bistro he could track down.
It took some doing, but blessedly her connections were still intact, and with some effort she assembled what she would need for the event. Boxes were sent via courier, music was selected, and lighting was set up in advance of the event, which Anne was taking incredible pains to organize flawlessly. Even the ride was rigged: rather than drive him and have him figure it out on the way, for the night Anne used her expense account to rent a limo, choosing one with tinted windows on purpose. Instructing Ash to pick her up at her place at six PM, he arrived on time and looking delicious...as was his usual.
She was weighing the pros and cons of inviting him in and getting sidetracked for an hour when the limo pulled into her driveway shortly after his arrival. Damn.
Adjusting the strap of her red leopard print dress, she reached up to fuss with Ashley's collar and smiled ruefully as they stood in her doorway. "If only you could learn to show up an hour early..." she sighed wistfully, kissing his jaw. Ducking back in to grab her clutch and make sure her hair was straight, she exited the house and shut the door before he could do anything remotely persuasive to entice her back inside.
Locking the knob set, she turned to him and slid her arm through his. "Off with us now...I have something very special planned for tonight. Even you are going to be astounded, Mr. Moneybags, 'cause this night came free. Of. Charge. Come on, scoot!"
It took every last one of her feminine charms, but with a little effort and a lot of sex, she managed to keep Ash so distracted he couldn't make plans for Valentine's Day. She'd even tracked down his assistant and asked her to keep his schedule clear and derail any attempts he might make to reserve a restaurant or plan an event.
She had plans of her own, and they were absolutely going to trump any fancy bistro he could track down.
It took some doing, but blessedly her connections were still intact, and with some effort she assembled what she would need for the event. Boxes were sent via courier, music was selected, and lighting was set up in advance of the event, which Anne was taking incredible pains to organize flawlessly. Even the ride was rigged: rather than drive him and have him figure it out on the way, for the night Anne used her expense account to rent a limo, choosing one with tinted windows on purpose. Instructing Ash to pick her up at her place at six PM, he arrived on time and looking delicious...as was his usual.
She was weighing the pros and cons of inviting him in and getting sidetracked for an hour when the limo pulled into her driveway shortly after his arrival. Damn.
Adjusting the strap of her red leopard print dress, she reached up to fuss with Ashley's collar and smiled ruefully as they stood in her doorway. "If only you could learn to show up an hour early..." she sighed wistfully, kissing his jaw. Ducking back in to grab her clutch and make sure her hair was straight, she exited the house and shut the door before he could do anything remotely persuasive to entice her back inside.
Locking the knob set, she turned to him and slid her arm through his. "Off with us now...I have something very special planned for tonight. Even you are going to be astounded, Mr. Moneybags, 'cause this night came free. Of. Charge. Come on, scoot!"
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"Jesus Christ you look incredible."
The door shut and he exhaled a sigh of sheer disappointment. Catching her around the waist with an arm Ash hauled her closer and bit her shoulder. "Can't we be late? Just give me ten minutes." He begged as he kissed the spot he had bitten.
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"We can't." she groaned, continuing to walk forward as she laid her hands over his arms around her waist, drawing him to walk with her. "I promise you, it'll be worth it, sweetie. Now stop being so edible for five minutes and I'll let you grope me in the limo. Promise."
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"Deal." He resigned with a sigh as he opened the car door for her. Sitting on the seat were the flowers, stuffed animal and chocolates. The necklace was in a small black box in his jacket pocket. On his face he wore a rather smug little grin as he waited for her to notice what he had done.
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"Sweetie? I know you don't like being in the dark, but we are taking this limo no matter..."
She trailed off, spotting a flash of color in the car as he opened the door just ahead of her. Frowning curiously, she stooped to peek inside, gaping when she saw the dazzling bouquet of orchids, a box of chocolates, and an enormous stuffed wolf that melted her heart.
"Oh...oh my." she breathed, reaching in to pick up the stuffed animal. Clutching it to her chest, she emerged from the car, face alight with pure joy as she faced him, then moved to fling herself at him in a hug. Giggling, she held the wolf in one hand while she held her wolf tightly, hardly believing what she was seeing.
"Eeeee! Ashley S..." She paused, drawing back just enough to make sure the limo driver was still in the car before whispering in his ear.
"Ashley Savery, you are the sweetest man alive, and I love you!" she sighed, kissing him emphatically. "I love you, I love you...I love you!!"
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"Just one more...."
Yeah. This one was a little overboard. It wasn't a ring, yet, but it was diamonds, a lot of them.
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Accepting the box, she held her wolf in one arm, wrapping it up not unlike a small child clinging to a toy as she opened the box...and immediately felt her eyes tear a little at the sight of the beautiful diamond pendant.
"Oh my..." she breathed, laughing as she covered her mouth with one hand. "And I'm just narcissistic enough to enjoy that, too...would you look at how it sparkles! It's...oh, Ashley, you didn't have to!..."
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A ring. Yeah, he had looked at them. He had debated. He even left the store with one. Then he panicked. Took it back and got the necklace. He knew he was going to freak her out if he rushed too quickly. "Shut up, of course I had to."
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"I love you." she repeated as she drew away, nuzzling his jaw tenderly before drawing back to meet his gaze. "More than I did twenty minutes ago, I think." Pausing, she drew back a bit more, wrapping her stuffed animal firmly in a hug as she nodded towards the limo. "Now scoot. We're running behind...you have more than earned your Valentine's Day present, buster."
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Ducking down he got into the limo. If anyone looked at home in the stretched out towncar it was Ashley.
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"I'm going to wear this all night. Trust me, it'll matter later." she declared cryptically, a wicked smile on her face as the limo pulled out of her driveway. She could already imagine how it would look under the lights, nestled in the hollow of her throat as she swayed beneath the lights of the stage...
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Personally he wouldn't hate to see her wearing nothing but that necklace. He had yet to let her go or let her turn around, her neck was exposed and he did what he had been thinking of from the moment she appeared at the door. Against the smooth skin of her neck he raked his teeth, gently biting the skin.
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But Ash wasn't like the others. Not like the humans, the girls, the distant cousins who sometimes helped when she had that particular itch that required scratching. He was different...in every way that mattered, he was hers.
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"Firstly, if there's motion on the ocean, the driver will know what we're doing, and I'll have to die of embarrassment." she explained practically, smoothing her hands over his shoulders, watching the little paths her fingers traced over the buttery soft fabric of his typically expensive suit. "And secondly, we both need to save our energy. If I waste it all now, your present could suffer."
Which was truth. More than once, she'd done it before a show and lacked a little something onstage. Early on, she had figured out the difference between a remarkable performance and a merely satisfactory one: wanting it. Dancing lost its urgency, its edge when she strutted out onstage, glowing with satisfaction. When she lacked that hunger, that genuine need to be touched, to be taken, she never shone quite as bright.
She wanted Ashely to see her at her best...wanted to leave him in a pool of his own lustful drool when all was said and done.
Just the idea of it made her grin as she stole another kiss.
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Far as he was concerned he had his present sitting in his lap. He didn't need anything else, just her.
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"I do hope you're hungry, though, because food is involved...and you're to do exactly as I say when we arrive at the present's location." she instructed with a smirk. "Deviation from these rules will result in the premature exposure of your present, and as such, forfeit of said present. Agreed?"
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Yeah he was hungry, but not for food. "You better be on the fucking menu." It was Valentine's. He had better be getting his girl as dessert.
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"Sweetie, the day I'm not on the menu is the day I'm six feet underground." she sighed happily, poking his stomach ticklishly. "And even then, I'm yours if you're feeling ghoulish and kinky. We should discuss that, you know...if I'm truly mated to you for life, we ought to get married. It's really the most logical thing."
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She paused, smiling just a little sheepishly as she bumped her nose against his. "I have to confess, I'm not asking so much as informing. It's going to happen, sweetie. A long engagement is perfectly fine with me, if you're more comfortable that way. My family might even prefer it...what about yours? Oni and everyone?"
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"It is, huh." Ash teased her. "You asking me then?"
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Just then the limo began to slow. Picking up on it, Anne cursed the driver's timing and kissed Ashley's chin quickly before sliding off his lap and moving across the limo to tap on the driver's partition. When it lowered just a crack, she peeked out and saw they were on the street they needed...about five minutes from the club.
Taking a deep breath to calm her suddenly jittery stomach, she drew away as the partition slid up again and moved back to Ashley's side, forsaking his lap to straighten herself back out. "We're almost there."
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With his hands resting on her thighs he could all but feel the excited tension thrumming through her body. Anne was electric. She felt more then just alive in his hands.
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Shortly after, the limo slowed and came to a stop. Turning to Ashley, Anne beamed like an excited little girl, all but bouncing in her seat.
"Okay, before you get out," she explained, "remember a little while back when I got so excited because a Scores was opening here in LA?"
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A prenup felt like he was saying, I hope this works out, but a part of me thinks it won’t. Ashley didn’t like that.
“No. No prenup. I don’t want it.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I think I recall that…” Of course he did. She was adorable when she got all pumped up and excited. Ashley had half expected her to jump up and down on the bed. Which he wouldn’t have protested one bit. Turning his head he smirked when he saw the sign.
“That’s my present? You're taking me to a strip club?”
He was sold. Ashley was going to marry this girl.
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