From: blood_dance	Date: 11/12/2007 11:20:46

Isabella was dancing, unsurprisingly. She knew she had been booked for the night -- Nita agave her the news with a quixotic smile on her face-- but her patron wasn't here just yet. Despite that curious look on Nita's face, Isabella hadn't asked just who her patron was tonight. She liked surprises. So she was dancing until he -- possibly even she? -- showed. She was clothed in white again, and it made her think of the masque, when she last saw Oharu. For the first time, she cursed her inability to be out during the day; she hadn't seen him in some time, and idly wondered when she might again.

Her outfit tonight was in two pieces: a close fitting white halter top and a short white skirt that flared as she spun. They both had fringed hems, and the white against her brown skin was a stunning contrast. Her set was coming to an end shortly, and then she'd be free all evening for her mysterious patron.

	From: ohana_oharu	Date: 11/12/2007 11:36:21

Oharu stood back near the bar and watched, a little smile lurking about on his face. The bouquet of flowers was wrapped in pretty white paper with a purple ribbon that match the shade of the blooms. He was careful to hold them at his side so they wouldn't be crushed. His eyes never left the stage once he spotted Isabella, dancing in an alluring white ensemble.

He ordered one drink, just enough to ward off any nerves, but not so much that he'd be tipsy. He wanted to be in control and aware while he was with Isabella.

	From: blood_dance	Date: 11/12/2007 11:48:35

She stepped off the stage to her usual thunderous applause and cheers, offers of drinks and one illicit marriage. She laughed and turned them all down charmingly, stating she was unavailable for the night. The sounds of disappointment were loud, even as music played while the next performer got ready. Isabella made her way to the bar, and as she approached, she saw Oharu there a small smile of his face and watching her.

Her lips curved even as she sighed inwardly. Of all nights, he came the one she was completely unavailable? And then it occurred to her, hope beyond hope, that he was in fact her mysterious patron of the night and she headed straight for him. "Oharu. I was hoping to see you again soon." Her eyes fell to his side where he held -- were those flowers for her?

	From: ohana_oharu	Date: 11/12/2007 12:02:18

The little smile spread into a grin. "I've been hoping to see you," he said sweetly. "But it seems as though I have to come to you. I don't suppose you go out often?" he asked coyly, sliding the flowers from his side to his middle so that she could see them before he handed them to her like a shy prom date.

	From: blood_dance	Date: 11/12/2007 12:08:20

"Not as much as I sometimes wish I could," Isabella said truthfully, and took the flowers. They were orchids, beautiful ones, and her face brightened with a wide grin. "Oharu, these are beautiful. Thank you." She impulsively leaned forward and brushed her lips against his cheek. She held there for a moment asking in hushed tones. "I'm booked tonight, all night. Please make me incredibly happy and tell me you're the one I'm spending tonight with?"

	From: ohana_oharu	Date: 11/12/2007 12:19:19

He grinned. "You're welcome. I was hoping I could tease you a bit longer, but I'd rather make you incredibly happy," he said, savoring her closeness and sneaking another quick kiss just under her ear on her neck. "I'm all yours. Or rather, you're all mine."

	From: blood_dance	Date: 11/12/2007 12:24:25

Isabella was positively beaming now. "I'm all yours tonight Oharu, for as long as you'll have me." She slipped her free hand into his and tugged him away from the bar. They had all night, but she wanted to be alone with him, in the privacy of her own rooms. She paused to brush her lips against his and then started off towards the stairs. "Wherever did you find these gorgeous flowers, Oharu? They're absolutely perfect."

	From: ohana_oharu	Date: 11/12/2007 12:32:25

He followed her demurely, his hand happy to be clasped with hers. "A little flower shop just outside of the city," he said keeping the fact that he'd looked in about eight little flower shops before he'd found the perfect blooms. "And for your information I will keep you for as long as you'll let me," he said sweetly, squeezing her fingers ever so slightly.

	From: blood_dance	Date: 11/12/2007 12:39:22

Isabella looked over her shoulder as she climbed the stairs. "I could keep you for a very very long time, Oharu." He had no idea how long she could. She wouldn't do that to him -- she already like him far too much to bind him to her in any way. She also could tell he didn't need to be bound. She squeezed his fingers back.

They crested the top of the stairs and Isabella led him back to her room once more. It was the same as it had been before -- candle- and lamp-lit, heavily draped, scented with incense, and very romantic. She released his hand only long enough to put the flowers in a vase before turning back to him. She slid arms around his neck and pressed a more satisfying kiss against his lips. She waved a hand, and a little gust of wind shut the door behind them.

	From: ohana_oharu	Date: 11/12/2007 12:45:39

"You my dear, never fail to wow me," he said, pressed against her lips as his arms snaked up around her body. He was happy here and felt safe and comfortable with Isabella. How that would change when he learned her secret only time would tell, but for now he was oblivious to the finer points of her magic and deeply wooed.

	From: blood_dance	Date: 11/12/2007 12:56:51

You say that now, Isabella thought idly, but she found herself much better occupied kissing Oharu back. Her fingers curled into his hair, tangling in the ends and stroking at his nape. She touched her tongue to the corners of his mouth, the cupid's bow of his mouth and the dip in his lower lip before deepening the kiss further.

	From: ohana_oharu	Date: 11/12/2007 13:16:07

He shivered into the kisses, his hands moving in circular patterns over her back. His lips moved in attention starved ways, as if he hadn't been kissed in years and might never get kissed again. He was usually a lot slower than this, but there was a kind of urgency lying under the surface of his every action. He usually moved slow, but he wanted to move faster. His body was obeying his hidden urges and he was too pleased with the results to interrupt the actions.

	From: blood_dance	Date: 11/12/2007 13:31:26

Isabella let a soft sound slip from her lips then. Their last meeting had been a slow, gentle series of kisses and touches, but she could sense something behind Oharu's actions tonight. A sort of urgency, like he wouldn't be satisfied with slow and steady. Isabella was all too willing to comply. She pressed the length of her body against his, her hands smoothing up and down his back. She wanted more too; she couldn't deny the intense pull of attraction between them.

	From: ohana_oharu	Date: 11/12/2007 13:37:41

He closed his eyes and sighed into her, his tongue sliding between her lips and seeking deeper. His fingers were kneading now, knitting into her muscles which he knew worked hard and probably deserved the treat.

He blushed a little as parts of his body reacted to the sudden outburst of passion. He wasn't sure why that, of all things embarrassed him.

	From: blood_dance	Date: 11/12/2007 13:53:57

"Mmm." Isabella couldn't resist the sound of pleasure the attention to her muscles brought. She would have pressed further against him, but she had a better idea. Lips still fastened to his, she tugged him backward to the red velvet chaise lounge behind them. She broke the kiss then to sit, and looking up at Oharu, crooked her finger in invitation.

	From: ohana_oharu	Date: 11/12/2007 14:01:50

He didn't need a second invitation. He was curling up on the lounge around her before he properly registered that her body had separated from his. His hands tangled up in her hair before anything else and his lips found hers again, eagerly, happily. I missed you, he meant to say, but the words seemed pointless when he was body was speaking volumes.

	From: blood_dance	Date: 11/12/2007 14:17:59

Isabella immediately arched up into him, against him. She fasted her lips to his again, falling back against the plush cushions. One leg started sliding up his, wrapping around him. She was eager for him; she missed him every bit as much as he'd missed her and her body was speaking the same right back to him.

	From: ohana_oharu	Date: 11/12/2007 14:33:55

He moaned a little into the kiss. His leg began to move back and forth against hers, a delightful friction that was exacerbating his other condition (that of being so turned on he hardly knew what to do with himself).

	From: blood_dance	Date: 11/12/2007 14:41:22

Isabella shifted, her hips twitching up, and if her lips weren't busy she'd have smiled secretly. She could feel him pressing against her, his interest obvious, and she was going to do all she could to encourage it. She shifted again, rubbing purposefully against him. Her hand slid down his back, tugging shirt from pants so she could touch the skin of his back.

	From: ohana_oharu	Date: 11/12/2007 14:47:53

He didn't deny or stifle the moan that poured from his mouth at this new movement. If there were religion in Aylasia he'd be calling on all the gods, instead he called on the beautiful woman causing all the commotion. "Isabella," he whispered, leaning into her ear to coo the intimate calling of her name.

	From: blood_dance	Date: 11/12/2007 15:03:03

"Mmm, Oharu," she responded, arching up into him again. She slid her hands along the small of his back, curving nails along his skin. They kept moving sling around between them. Her breath caught and issued slowly into his mouth as she started undoing the fastenings of his trousers. She could smell the rushing of blood beneath his skin, and it was a heady thing.

	From: ohana_oharu	Date: 11/12/2007 15:10:23

He put forth no resistance, leaned back a bit to give her better access. He couldn't deny the power she had over him and it only just occurred to him that she might be working some crazy lust spell. He laughed at himself, a tiny noise of humor slipping his lips. He worried she might think something was wrong, so he smiled down at her. "You're not casting some ridiculous lust spell on me, are you?" he asked, all smiles and good humor. "Because I have never, ever, never been this turned on by anyone."

	From: blood_dance	Date: 11/12/2007 15:18:54

Isabella giggled then, her hands dancing over the skin of his abdomen. "No, dear Oharu, though that flatters me." She moved then, pushing him back onto the chaise, resting atop him. "I'd like to think this has nothing to do with magic and everything to do with how attracted I am to you." She punctuated that by slipping her hand inside his trousers, wrapping fingers around his length.

	From: ohana_oharu	Date: 11/12/2007 15:22:11

He grinned up at her words and then his eyes closed, mouth opened in another gargantuan moan escaped as her fingers ran over his delicate flesh. His fingers curled around her hips and squeezed tightly as his back arched up off the lounge. He knew she was a take control kind of girl; he just didn't realize how powerless he'd be once she did take control (also, how much he'd like that).

	From: blood_dance	Date: 11/12/2007 15:32:58

Isabella loved power, and she was the kind of woman who liked having power over men. It stood to reason why she'd chosen this profession. But this was different. This wasn't the the job. She liked the sounds he made because of her and she wanted to hear more. She smiled and squeezed gently, then started moving her hand in slow pulling motions.

	From: ohana_oharu	Date: 11/12/2007 15:36:10

His eyes were on her all the while, once they'd opened after the initial shock and pleasure. He reached up to pull her lips to his, sliding his hand comfortably along her jawline to the back of her neck.

	From: blood_dance	Date: 11/12/2007 15:45:00

She went willingly into the embrace, kissing him back even as she kept her hand moving. She added a little pull and squeeze as she neared the head. Her tongue slid into his mouth, curling around his tongue before she sucked it into her mouth. The action was more than a little suggestive and she meant it to be.

	From: ohana_oharu	Date: 11/12/2007 15:47:33

He was more than willing to oblige, but there were clothes in the way and fumbling fingers looking for clasps or zippers. He laughed again, in between pleasant moans. "Clothes. Off," he commanded shortly, entirely unable to string together a whole sentence.

	From: blood_dance	Date: 11/12/2007 15:57:28

The two words sent a surprising shiver down Isabella's spine. She moved to comply immediately, but she stripped him before herself. She wanted to see every bit of his body coming into view, and her eyes and hands lingered over skin. And then she stood, stepping out of her white boots first and then shimmying out of both skirt and halter. And then she was climbing atop him again, mouth fixed to mouth and hands moving all over him, back to their purpose.

	From: ohana_oharu	Date: 11/12/2007 16:13:10

His own hands had begun wandering and he was enjoying this contact immensely. She was warm and soft in all the right places, muscled and tempting in others. He closed his eyes and tried to memorize her curves like braille, to read again deprived of sight with only his hands to guide him.

	From: blood_dance	Date: 11/12/2007 16:25:45

Another soft sound issued from Isabella's mouth as his hands started wandering over bare skin. She sucked and nibbled on his lower lip as her hand found its prize again. She wrapped fingers around him with a firm sure gripping, stroking him smoothly again.

	From: ohana_oharu	Date: 11/12/2007 16:30:35

He groaned and ground his hips upward. One hand found its place on her hip, a comforting grip that quickly turned into a hard squeeze. His other hand continued to wander and search out the places he had yet to explore on this delightful woman. He brushed his thumb over her nipple and grinned at her reactions to every little touch and move, as he sighed and reacted to the things she was doing for him. Then his hand moved lower and caught on the moist patch of skin he'd been denying himself since they'd first met. His mind would have screamed too soon, but his body screamed oh yes and from there he was sliding into the pit of desire.

	From: blood_dance	Date: 11/12/2007 19:28:39

Isabella was already working her hips, moving them as Oharu gripped her hip. She arched into the touch as his fingers brushed over her nipple. But nothing could prepare her for the sudden stab of desire that raced through her when his fingers slid home. A throaty cry worked itself from her lips then, and she ground her hips down, taking him deeper as her grip on him sped up just a bit. She worked her thumb over the sensitive head, teasing drops of precome from him.

	From: ohana_oharu	Date: 11/19/2007 05:53:39

His back arched and fingers curled inside of this tantalizing, beautiful woman. For a moment he had a hard time believing he was here, at this point already.

Oharu had his share of meaningless affairs, but still he was slow to jump into them. This of course was very different and he was surprised at the pace in which this was unfolding. He didn't want to call it a romance yet; he was dreadfully afraid he'd jinx himself, but it was something special. That he couldn't deny.

He smiled up at her, moans and desire spilling from his open mouth as she brought him to the brink. "Isabella," he groaned. He loved the way her name sounded in this context.

	From: blood_dance	Date: 11/20/2007 12:44:11

Isabella rocked her hips down, pulling those clever fingers deeper still. Isabella was no stranger to falling into bed with someone - hell it was her job. But this, this was no job, and this was getting to be uncharted territory. She didn't put a name to it, but this was different. Oharu wasn't a client, he was something else something more, and that had her rocketing toward orgasm faster than she expected. She could feel those fingers working her from the inside, and the way he said her name, full of want, desire... She gave the same back to him, the word Oharu barely more than lust made word. She was right there, right at the very edge, and she couldn't hold on for long.