More Manipulation

LaXLadrona: Built in the 12th century in the gently sloping valley of Navarra, the Valdes villa was a testament to the family's history and nobility. Geographically isolated and fully self sufficient, it was the perfect place for a thief of Aislara's caliber to call home. She had spent the last two days waiting for Stefano to find her, and had spent most of this day riding through the countryside, touring the farmlands and visiting the vineyard. Now, as the sun was setting, burnishing the trees to copper and plating the stone faces of the buildings in gold, she trotted through the gate on the back of a dapple gray Andalusian and reined up in front of the stables, smiling at her head groom in greeting. "Su pierna siente muy bien," she said, swinging gracefully down from the saddle. They conversed a moment longer, then the groom led the horse into the stable and Aislara, giving the horse a farewell, turned and went into the castillo.

imortimascherati: It was not so much that it had been difficult to find her, as it had been difficult to get to her. Spain was WMT territory. Now, After one of Bashers microchips, some clever shapeshifting and a little hustling, he'd was here. Getting her servents not to announce his presence after he'd arrive hadn't been difficult (thanks to Lils mimicked ability). Stefano stood in one of her sitting rooms, helping himself to a glass of her bourbon, while actually admiring the artwork on the walls.

LaXLadrona: The villa was quiet tonight. There were no events planned for the weekend, save the weekly farmer's market; no weddings, no engagement photos, no winery tours, and no jobs for Aislara and her team. Knowing that the help would be scarce--and not really caring even if they weren't--Aislara unbuttoned her shirt as she strode through the castle and had shrugged halfway out of it by the time she passed the room with her father's private collection. A room which was not empty. She paused, backtracked, and grinned from the doorway. "It took you long enough."

imortimascherati: "I remember reading about when this was stolen." He pointed around his glass to the painting on the wall he was facing. He took a step back, sliding his gaze over it. "You have good taste." He turned then, so he could face her. "Hello Aislara. You have something of mine."

LaXLadrona: These were more her father's taste, but she didn't correct him. Instead, she swept an affectionate glance through the room and smiled. "I do," she said, meeting Stefano's eyes again. She folded her shirt over her shoulder. "And now you have something to remember me by."

imortimascherati: Brief amusement flickered across his eyes. "Yes, I do." He took a quick swallow from the glass he'd poured himself. "Now that I'm late, paying off my debt. I'd apperciate it, if you went and got it."

LaXLadrona: "Oh, I hope I didn't cause you too much trouble." Her smile was sincere. Her eyes were filled with irreverent mirth. Turning, she beckoned him with her fingers, and led him further down the corridor, into another room lined with shelves and dotted with display cases. His dragon statue stood in the very center of the room, on prominent pillar display, carefully housed beneath a square of bullet proof glass.

imortimascherati: Glass in hand, he followed her. A corner of his mouth lifted when he saw the dragon, in the display case in the center of the room. "I'm flattered it got such a good spot." He shifted his gaze to her. "I'll ask you to remove it. I can only imagine what sort of security system a theif employs.:

LaXLadrona: "Well, I didn't want you to miss it, if you went snooping around without me." Laying her shirt over the back of a chair, Aislara stepped up to the display case, pressed a button hidden beneath the the lip of the pillar, and reached within as the front panel slid down. She turned back and held the statue out to him.

imortimascherati: He took the moments it took her to complete her task, admiring, since she wasn't shy. When she turned back around and held out the statue to him, his gaze was tracing over exposed portions of skin. "Now that I know what you come home in, what do you ride in?" He stepped forward, taking the statue. "Thank you."

LaXLadrona: Statue restored to him, she leaned back on the pillar and hooked her thumbs into the waist of her skin tight, black dressage pants. Her eyes hooded. "That depends on what I am riding."

imortimascherati: "No wonder Caleb likes you so much." He came forward his steps halting in front of her as his gaze returned to her own. He simply regarded her for a moment, then tipped back what was left in his glass, reached around her and placed it ontop of the pedestal where the dragon had been. "I'll require the use of your plane to return home."

LaXLadrona: She tilted her head back as he stepped into her, bringing their mouths close enough to touch for the brief moment when the space between them was nearly eliminated. Her lips curled. "That will cost you extra."

imortimascherati: He tilted his head just slightly, looking down at her. "No, I believe that you're going to get for me, aboustely free of charge. I'll expect a decent cover story as well, so passing across the WMT border isn't an issue. And I'd like it, fairly quickly."

LaXLadrona: Her smile sharpened and her eyes gleamed, and with an exquisite languor, she set her feet on either side of his, lowered her shoulders, and put a slight arch into her back, firming up the lines and lean muscles of her body. Maybe it was the way she carried herself. Maybe it was the tempting way she put herself on display. Or maybe it was was the the tails to her ability's head; the slow suffuse of chemical signals and primal pheromones that made her, in that moment, a little bit irresistible. "Or else... what?"

imortimascherati: Temptation was so much fun. He could tell too, when she released just enough of her own special cocktail to taunt him to step across the line. The steel plate darkened, just subtly. He brought his head closer, so their cheeks rubbed against each others, back a little so he could tease his lips against the corner of her mouth. "As much as I'd like fucking you, more just to spite Caleb, it takes a litlte more than that to get a rise out of me." As if they'd been intimate before, he brought his free hand up and let the back of his hand trace over the curve of her breast, simply because. "Now be a good girl, and get the plane. Or I'll have to make you."

LaXLadrona: This was not a man easily manipulated - and yet they had similar goals. Que interesante. "Do you know..." She grazed the bottom of his chin with the very tip of her tongue. "He told me to leave you alone? That is not very fair..." Lifting into him, she took his hand and pressed it palm-down over her breast, adding at the same time another dose of hypnotic charm to her heady cocktail. "He did fuck your sister, over and over... Even in your old house."

imortimascherati: He was not unfamiliar with the sensation she's provided. Though it was a far cry from what Caylie had been able to do it, it still held the potential to be just as effective. Dangerous. He left his hand there when she palmed it over her breast, let the rough pad of his thumb tease her nipple into hardness. He wet his lips, lowering his hooded gaze to hers. "You are quite the effective mainpulator. Even if you are cheating."

LaXLadrona: She closed her eyes, dropped her head back, and purred. "What can I say, Senor Terenzio..." Arching into him, she pressed her thighs against his hips and fanned her open mouth over the column of his throat. "I like to get what I want."

imortimascherati: His gaze drifted closed when she pressed her mouth against his throat. His breath was taken in deeper. He released the statue, making it hoover next to them curved that hand around her jaw, tilted her head back and crushed her tempting mouth underneath his.

LaXLadrona: The moment he gave in--that was what she lived for. When not enough became too much and propriety buckled beneath milleniums of primitive instinct; when she won. Flushed with triumph, she moaned into his mouth and surged against him, plundering the heat of his mouth and scissoring her legs around his waist.

imortimascherati: His tongue licked at the inside of her mouth. Tangled around hers. He kissed her like he was going to fuck her, and teased a few fantasies around in his mind. And when he felt himself right at that breaking point, she'd hear his voice, poking through lust foggy brains. There is someone's trust I cannot breech anymore than I have. But Caleb need not know that. The next, had that eerier echoing boom that came from using his sisters ability, When Caleb asks you, you'll tell him we fucked, and let your imagination fill in the details as truth. Slowly, he pulled his mouth back, raking his teeth over her lower lip as he did so. Breathing much heavier, he forced her legs to unscissor from around his waist. "Consider that, something to remember me by. Now that we're finished, I'll need you to make that call." It wasn't one of those commands, but he might have, nudged a little.

LaXLadrona: The mind was a beautiful, mystifying thing. When Stefano forced her legs from around his waist, hers had left her heart racing, her chest heaving, and her body filled with tingling euphoria. Already the pseudo-memories were imprinted behind her eyes, dirty and delicious and perfect. Skin flushed and eyes glowing like embers, she put her feet on the floor and slipped off of the pedestal. "Claro," she breathed, licking the taste of him from the corner of her mouth. Of course.

imortimascherati: Those gray eyes flickered as he watched her. He nodded once, took a step back and retrieved the dragon from mid air. "I'll meet your pilot at the airfield. A pleasure, Aislara." The corner of his mouth might have lifted, just a tad before he turned around and let himself out.

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