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[telepath]

Now isn't that a loaded question.

[Because it's a few images then. The chair he's claimed in the library, the look of indifference on his face as Parisa kneels between his legs. One of the booths in The Otherworld, her shirt the only thing preserving their modesty as she rides him right there for all to see. The maze, a balcony, the dining room. It's image after image, both a threat and a promise rolled in to one. And every single one of them is underpinned by an aggression that Charles has barely even hinted at before.]

Lady's choice.

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( well, well. that's new. it's startling enough to give her pause — charles is almost gentlemanly to a fault, with all the regal charm of a well bred englishman sucking clotted cream from a silver spoon. the abruptness? it's not not a turn on. in fact, it's indecently hot. it obviously comes from somewhere, and you wouldn't need to be a telepath to sense the heat of anger roiling off charles like thick beads of sweat — parisa can tell prodding him isn't the right move, at least not right now, when he's searching for an escape.

parisa, the ultimate wet dream, is only too happy to provide. )

I'll meet you in the library, Professor. ( suggestively, ) To start with. The night's young, and I have a big appetite. You know that, don't you?