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Rupert made a noise of approving surprise, hand roaming over her as they stumbled into the closet. He caught himself on a pile of stuff, blinking a little, then laughed.

"I- All right," he said, absently licking the corner of his mouth where something that tasted vaguely of plastic was smeared. His grin was bright. This was a great day.

Daisy's used to this, she's done this for stars and plebes and many more and not all her stories are balderdash like Rube might say. She sinks down to her knees, hands sliding over his shirt as she fixates on undoing those trousers of Rupert's, smiling and winking upwards. "Ready for a ride, sweetie?"

Date: 2007-05-20 04:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] first-worde.livejournal.com
"Yes," Rupert said emphatically, swallowing, lips twitching up at the corner. This situation fit completely into his world view, it just usually didn't happen so expediently.

Date: 2007-05-20 04:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonewiththereap.livejournal.com
She makes quick work of the trousers, pushing them down and making sure her lips aren't chapped because by all the stars in the sky, wouldn't that just be unpleasant? When she's sure, she looks up at him, brushing her hair back before she starts in on the royal treatment, very literally, giving Rupert the same treatment she'd given all the stars.

Top quality lips and a great blowjob. Daisy Adair did have her trademarks.

Date: 2007-05-20 10:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] first-worde.livejournal.com
The Noble Treatment would have sufficed, but Rupert was decidedly not complaining. On the contrary, he tipped his head back, groaning softly, and brought a hand up to sift his fingers through her hair.

Not to grab or hold, though. He'd figured out at seventeen that that was the quickest way to get a perfectly good house girl fired, and how unnecessary was that? Rupert was generally careless and unobservant, but things of a certain nature he picked up on and retained.

Date: 2007-05-20 10:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonewiththereap.livejournal.com
Some might say that this is demeaning to a woman, but those girls just didn't know how to do it right. Give a good blowjob and that man will never forget you. Bing Crosby's dozen lilies a day had proved that theory.

So she continues, deep and expert strokes of her tongue, lips working with just the right amount of pressure and her eyes almost wantonly flickering up just every now and again, just to stroke his ego.

Date: 2007-05-20 10:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] first-worde.livejournal.com
Rupert had ego to spare. It was difficult not to stroke it. Passingly polite conversation did that.

On the Disc, this would have gotten her a penthouse and a new carriage drawn by bloody unicorns if she'd wanted them.

He tipped his chin back down to watch her. She'd been right. The ceiling, the back of his eyelids, had nothing on that. Occasionally his hips would strain forward, his breath would catch- she was good, she was really good, and she knew it.

He appreciated that in a woman.

Date: 2007-05-20 10:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonewiththereap.livejournal.com
She wants to lick her lips, but that comes later, and the pun's cute even in her head that she nearly giggles at it, but instead, the sound she makes is a very calculated frequency, a pitch that ensures vibration as she takes him deeper still, what years and years of practice had made possible.

Date: 2007-05-25 07:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] first-worde.livejournal.com
Rupert choked on his own breath, hips straining forward. He groaned, absently licking the corner of his lip.

"Gods," he gasped, "you're- Gods, Daisy, you're amazing..."

Date: 2007-05-25 09:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonewiththereap.livejournal.com
Oh, she knows. She knows more than any man could tell her and she just continues to lavish the attention in tongue and lip form, not too much saliva, but hardly making it a dry run.


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