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Interlude Six
Sydney Riding Hood and the Big, Bad Sark
Wherein Sydney and Sark are naughty, again
Arriving back at the inn they had made plans to meet in the dining room then everyone had made for the bathing rooms. Finishing her bath she dressed in her new outfit and cautiously made her way to their room, she didn’t want Julian to see her in the outfit until she was completely ready. She found the right room number and used her key to open the door, peeking around it. He obviously wasn’t back yet so she closed the door and made her way over to the large mirror, using the extra time to fuss with the clothes and with her hair.
She hadn’t been too sure about the three white gauzy ties that held the front of the pale blue top together, it was the same diaphanous material as the sleeves, and they looked a little flimsy, but they were holding, barely. The top tie started a little ways down the blouse leaving a tiny gap that revealed a hint of the swell of her breasts as they were pushed together from the snug fit of the blouse. The third and last tie was at her waist and below that the blouse flared out a little over her hips. The blouse was fine, it showed off her ‘assets’ nicely and she knew Julian would appreciate it, but the skirt she wasn’t too sure about. The top layer was of the same diaphanous material as the sleeves and ties, blue instead, and covered a white layer that was a bit stiffer, causing the skirt to puff out instead of clinging to her hips and legs. It stopped just shy of her knees and to complete the outfit were white ankle boots with heels as high as she’d ever worn on missions.
She didn’t look much like what she’d have thought a shepherdess looked like, but she did look like some guy’s kinky fantasy. She smiled at her reflection in anticipation, Julian had better appreciate it. She left her hair loose; she drew the line at braiding it or putting it into pigtails. The door began to open and she turned to face it, striking a discreetly seductive pose.
She smiled coyly as Julian walked in the room and froze halfway through the doorway, staring at her. He was wearing a dark, wine-red button down shirt with an embroidered vest a shade darker over it. The vest ended in a straight hem at his trim waist and black slacks hung off his hips with black dress shoes completing the outfit. It was somewhat odd to see him dressed like that without a suit coat but, her smile widened, it was one less item of clothing to be removed.
He finally stepped fully into the room and quietly closed the door behind him, his eyes never lifting from their frank and avaricious perusal of her.
She pouted, “You haven’t said anything. Don’t you like it?”
“Darling,” he breathed walking towards her, dropping his other, neatly folded clothes onto a chair, “You look good enough to eat.”
A trill of anticipation zipped through her at the hot, hungry look in his bright, blue eyes as he stalked towards her. It made a wicked grin spread across her face, she was feeling, well, frisky, was the first word that came to mind.
“Speaking of,” she breathlessly started then changed her tone to finish briskly, “we should probably head downstairs to the dining room.”
She started to walk to the door, past his once again frozen body. She was almost past him when she caught out of the corner of her eye the swift movement of his arm towards her. Giggling she darted out of the way, evading his grasp, his fingers just trailing along her arm. He lunged after her and she darted away again, not towards the door, but that really wasn’t the point.
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They laid on the bed for some time, her wrapped in his toned arms, the noise of their breathing sounding reassuringly in the room. A sharp pain in her stomach reminded her that they were late for dinner, very late. Her father and Marshall were probably wondering where they were at, but then again probably not.
“Julian,” she waited until he made a noise indicating that he was awake, “I’m hungry,” she finished petulantly.
He sighed, “Darling you’re insatiable, give me a moment.”
She giggled and pulled back, “Food, silly. We were supposed to be getting ready for dinner downstairs.”
He blinked at her, “Of course.”
Reluctantly they untangled themselves from each other and redressed.
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