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 Masquerade! Paper Faces on Parade, Atti | Autumn 2016
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Delta stood happily surveying the crowd of black and white ball gowns and tuxes as they twirled around the large dance floor. Like gorgeous manikins on display, whirling and spinning to the string quartet playing masterfully in the corner to the accompaniment of laughter and tinkling champagne glasses. Del loved their parties in general, but there was something special about the balls they threw. Something wonderful about being able to look out over a sea of people and know that all of them had accepted their invitation. She shouldn’t care about what anyone else thought, but deep down Delta wanted the praise and acceptance of everyone. She wanted to know that despite the undesirable nature of her conception and birth, despite the twelve years of a torturous marriage, that she was wanted. That she was desired. That now she was in control of her life and her world and it was something that other people wanted to be a part of.

The blonde was dressed in a black ball gown that was made entirely of black sheer except for patches of satin flowers and leaves, and that was all. Beneath her dress she wore absolutely nothing and it was only the miracle of cleverly places flowers that her more intimate areas were covered at all. A wire frame mask resembling a grape vine with leaves didn’t conceal her features at all, but added a lovely delicate ornament to her face. Her blonde curls in all of their riotous glory were piled on top of her head with several escaping in perfect chaos.

She glanced around, lifting a hand to wave to Zhen as she spotted her across the room and then to Roxy when she found her. The three of them had made a typical wild entrance as they’d come into the ballroom, now it was time to mingle. Finishing her glass of champagne she set it on a passing tray and took up another. These things were always a little better if you were half way to being drunk. Not so drunk that you couldn’t control yourself but certainly tipsy enough that so many people in your face wasn’t too much.

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WEARING: Ball Gown

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 Posted: Dec 21 2017, 02:20 PM
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Atticus supposed he could suppress the urge to bury himself for the evening, but he could make no promises that he wouldn't wind up in the garden. At least, that amusing thought tickled him, it wasn't as if he was always buried beneath the ground, in fact, it was only about a monthly activity or so. If he found he used more magic during the month he felt inclined to up it to twice or more, it was revitalizing.

A chuckle slid from him as he slid his hand down his cleaned up face, there was no longer any fine trace of hair, it was smooth to the touch. His red hair was slicked back an fell in waves just above his shoulder. His playful eyes danced behind his mask. If anyone he knew had seen his attire they would have laughed at him. Atticus was partial to his comfortable clothes that some might accuse of being rags, but he knew how to dress the part, too. He damn well could afford a well-tailored suit, he hadn't pissed away his years of money.

His hand slid around an offered glass of whatever it was, champagne? Wine? He sniffed it, it wasn't poisoned at least, not in the traditional sense. He sipped it and felt it warmly slip down. Atticus rapped his fingers against the stem of the glass, he loathed gatherings and yet he had made an exception, hadn't he? He blamed it on a pair of sultry eyes and devilish lips, of course, as always.

As he wound his way through the party he noticed a head of curls, he took pause for a moment and simply watched. The woman's dress was cleverly designed, that was for certain. His eyes scanned up her figure and when her head turned ever so slightly he saw who it was. The mask didn't obscure her face enough to hide it and he was fairly certain even if her face had largely been hidden he would have known simply because of her eyes. He downed the glass in his grasp and set it on a passing tray before he cut his way across the room. He didn't hover over her, nor did he stare, but he kept moving closer.

There was nothing truly impressive about Atticus. He was tall, had the faintest smattering of freckles beneath his eyes. His hair wasn't a shade of angry red, it was rich enough that people could assume it was brown. He was not slender nor was he bulky, but he was muscled. In short, it was easy enough not to notice him, especially since he didn't possess a "here I am" sort of presence.

"I like the mask," he finally stated as he stepped up to her.

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She had felt the presence nearing her before he spoke, because she was aware of herself and her personal space. It was hard not to be once you’d had your personal space violated over and over again against your say. As he spoke she didn’t look at him right away, instead she kept her eyes on the swirling figures in the centre of the room, slowly sipping at her second glass of champagne. When she felt like she’d waited just long enough for him to know that she wasn’t going to fall all over him, Delta turned her head to face him. ”I had it made just for me.” She’d contemplated crafting her own mask out of living vines but the green would have stood out too much against the black and white and she wasn’t about to break their own dress code.

Slowly her eyes slid over his mask and then down his body, washing over his form taking in the suit and tie and going all the way down to his shoes before her eyes drifted back up to meet his gaze. ”You’re looking much classier than the dirt bath I saw you in last time.” Delta wasn’t attempting to make friends, not really. There was a purpose to inviting Atticus to the ball tonight. They day they had met she’d taken him to the tavern and begun her slow seduction, her hope was to make him want it so badly that he would give her any information she wanted in order to get it. And she so desperately wanted to know what the druid was up to in the dirt that day she had stumbled upon him. There were secrets surrounding this man and Del, and any of the panthers really, did not do well with secrets.

Del downed her current glass of champagne and used magic to float it away to a serving tray before she glided towards Atticus, closing the distance between them. ”I wasn’t sure if you would come.” Her tones were soft and intimate as she lifted her hand to brush it up his arm and over his shoulder before gripping onto his lapel and slowly drawing her hand down over it. ”Tell me Atticus, would you care to dance?” Green eyes met his through their masks and she smiled in a mischievous yet promising manner.

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His head cocked to the side as he inspected the frame of the mask and nodded once he was done assessing it. "It suits you," he said evenly. It said a lot that he was here, invitation or not it was an event that people were noticed at. He wasn't so pent up or hard up for sex that he'd hound Delta at a masquerade just for the chance to feel her skin against his. Would he pass up the opportunity? Under the right circumstance, he wouldn't. However, he went out of his way to get a suit made for this specific event and a mask to boot, it spoke volumes.

Atticus didn't often play into another's games, he had fallen into one trap after the next in his youth which had created a rather paranoid individual in present times. Everyone always wanted something and he assumed Delta's curiosity was getting the better of her. She had questioned him and she had also learned that he could communicate to Oberon, not everyone could do that - magical abilities or not.

"That makes two of us," he chuckled and though his body betrayed him as she ran her hand along his arm, he knew better. "But... I had to see what all the fuss was about." His eyes flicked to the writhing crowd and then back to her. "It's been longer than I care to admit since I have formally danced." It was implied that any form of dancing he had done had been between the sheets or elsewhere, but not on a dance floor.

He considered her request for a moment and offered his arm to her, it was her choice to accept it or not and when her mind was made up he moved to the floor with her. "Would it be entirely cliche of me to say that you look stunning?" Of course it would, but he still thought to offer up the compliment. His hands moved into position and he kept a fairly respectful distance between them, as much as he wanted to feel each of her curves he behaved...for the moment.

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”Yes, it does.” She responded confidently, her eyes watching him. There was something both hesitant and secretive about Atticus. He had information that Delta wanted, merely because she needed to know what was taking place in her woods, and it was very obvious he was skirting the matter having no desire to inform her. There was a silent understanding between them that she was hunting information and he had no desire to give it up. Now, Delta was more than willing to throw her body up in offering for that information, so it was clear that she would invite him here for the seduction scene to continue. The question was why had he accepted when he knew very well what awaited him? Or was he going to cave? That would be left to be seen.

”Well, our balls are infamous... and if you’re going to partake in any form of dancing this is the place to do it.” Her words were soft and sultry and she let her hand drop to his side as they spoke. He was fit beneath his suit jacket, of course she knew this as she’d seen him in all of his nakedness at their first meeting. However he was far more appealing dressed like this than he was hauling a filthy form out of the ground.

At the offered arm, Del slipped her own through it and allowed Atticus to lead her out to the floor. Once they were in a place suitable for dancing, she turned to face him, her hands lifting, one to take his the other to rest on his shoulder. The distance that remained between them was not conducive to her plans for this evening, but for now it got them moving. ”Most likely, but if you didn’t I would purposefully step on your toes, so there is that.” Her painted lips pursed a little with her dark humor, green eyes sparking with life. ”Now be careful where you cast your eyes, from that distance you’re at the perfect angle to catch a peek of the goods.” She taunted intentionally, the purpose really to make him want to look down even if he were attempting not to. To remind him of just how naked she was beneath the silly excuse for a covering she wore.

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Atticus could divulge the information to an apprentice, if someone wanted to become a Druid there was no reason why he should hide his secrets, but who these days decided to devote themselves to the earth in such a manner? Druids were magi, definitely. But for the most part Magis these days weren't keen on the earth - they used their magic for their own purposes or for work. True enough Delta Song could do whatever he could, but he knew things that had been forgotten and pushed aside, wisely so.

He enjoyed a good game just as much as the other, as long as his ass wasn't on the line, which in this case it somewhat was. Or at least hers was. She was offering something he wanted but with a price, the price of a secret he wasn't willing to relinquish and unfortunately for Miss Delta she could turn blue in the face and he wouldn't offer it up. In eight hundreds years he had a lot of trysts, and attempts at persuasion, but Atticus always held firm to his vow. He was not so desperate for satisfaction or the feel of silken lips against his body that he would betray an ancient way. The truth was, he could get a pair of lips anywhere, would it be Delta's? Unfortunately not, but sometimes the world wasn't fair.

"Any form, eh? I'll have to take up wallflower status to watch and learn." He was fairly confident that there would be writhing bodies against the wall somewhere here. Judging by the nature of the party he wouldn't have been surprised to see an orgy taking place. A smile touched his lips as he led Delta to the dance floor.

A formal frame was taken and the dance began. There was no counting off, he simply followed the flow of the music and allowed himself to move. If he were honest, Delta pulled at him, unwilling to relinquish herself in the dance and rather than fight he moved with her. "Unforgiving, harsh," he teased as he settled into the repetition of the dance. His hand formally at her waist and the other holding her hand. "To be fair, it's difficult to not catch a glimpse in the poor excuse of a dress. Gorgeous as it may be, it does little to curb wandering eyes. I'll behave, maybe ogle at an unsuspecting bald man's greasy head. That's sure to spoil anyone's appetite," his eyes had been locked onto Delta's but when he spoke he began to look around for said bald, greasy head.

She didn't have to tempt him, he had already felt the urge to let his eyes wander but he knew it was a game and he knew she wanted to lure him deeper into his lust. So he fell back on a teasing, easy going nature instead. "Although, let's be perfectly clear, I'd rather ogle you," he said this with a grin, although his eyes weren't on her, they zeroed in on her as his grin fully formed.

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”Oh, no. Wallflowers are not accepted or permitted at one of our balls. If you’re going to be a voyeur you have to seek permission first.” There was laughter in her voice but steel in her eyes as she stated this fact, letting him lead her out to the dance floor. A lot of sordid, and unseemly things took place at their parties. And yes, very shortly there was going to be a very particular performance where two lovely people came out onto the floor to perform what would indeed be a public showing of a sexual act. But those performers were here of their own free will, because they took pleasure in making art of sex, and not because they were being forced. Anyone that took part in anything slightly verging on inappropriate in that it was against someone else’s will or making them uncomfortable was quickly banished from the party. And goddess forbid they should actually take part in something more sinister. There was a little worse than the wrath of the panthers.

Easily enough they slipped into dancing, and once again they were sparring with words, something that seemed to come easily enough between them. Del spoke as she always had and Atticus remained unfazed. It was a terribly annoying trait. ”I won’t refute what is true.” She murmured, and she had been called worse than unforgiving and harsh. Cold hearted bitch came to mind, freak... murderess. There were many more, but none that she let get to her any more.

”This is not a poor excuse for a dress. It has a bodice and a skirt, exactly what makes a dress. No one stated that a dress needed to conceal in order to be considered a dress.” She lifted a brow to him, daring him to argue with her. Delta rolled her eyes a little as he kept his eyes pulled away from her, but once his eyes were locked on hers once more, she moved in closing all distance between them so that her form was pressed fully against his. She gazed back into his side steadily, her nose just touching his. “And we both know that when I say don’t look... that there’s really no place your eyes should be but on me.” Her words were soft, a throaty whispers that was full of invitation and suggestion.

Delta then tipped her head slightly to the side and leaned in, letting her lips press to his in a way that was soft and yet inviting. He was never going to take the plunge if she didn’t give him a taste, and she had to admit she had been wondering herself what it would be like to kiss him. Would the sparks of agitation flame into something heated?

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Atticus snorted at her words, though he didn't doubt the truth of what she said he wasn't exactly into voyeurism, he was far too 'hands on' to stand back and watch something like that.. Dancing, he wasn't particularly keen on it but he knew how. Centuries ago when he was naught but a fumbling boy with his breeches and a lass' many layers, it had been a sweet, willing union. He fancied himself in love with her then, swore up and down the coast that she'd haunt him until his last days, but Atticus had to flee and that had been the first time he felt a stirring in his chest.

Love was something he had felt but kept at a distance, love didn't belong in his life because anyone that drew close was at risk and although he was quite capable of the sentiment it wasn't worth the risk. "It's not a bad thing," he didn't elaborate, but Atticus knew the land well and he knew she could be unforgiving as well as harsh, but she was soft, too, and beautiful. One simply had to know how to treat her and she produced fruit, cared for the caretakers and nourished them.

"Of course," his pale brows lifted as he considered the bodice, but found no motivation to bait her or argue further. To argue about a dress was a pitiful thing, besides that it didn't matter if her dress was as ugly as sin or made of gold, it was what was beneath that interested him. A grin pulled at his lips as she leaned into him, his body easily accepting hers as they danced. "Now that we have that cleared up..." his voice drifted as he let his light eyes drop to her cleavage, he made a point to allow her to see. Gods, she was beautiful and she made him want her in the worst way, but it was what she intended, wasn't it?

The tip of his pert nose brushed against hers and he drank in the taste of her breath. Something in him eased as her lips pressed against his, his hand gripped upon her back a little more firmly and his lips returned the kiss without hesitation. It may have begun softly, but Atti allowed for his lips to turn it into something a little less soft and a lot more hungry. It caused his movement to cease on the floor - luckily people moved around them and did not disrupt his ministrations.

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Delta in a lot of ways was like the earth she so loved. Born of it and to a species that had been formed in her depths only to rise and care for her, Del was all things that her beloved earth was. But there were few that were able to see passed the jagged rocks and dark crevices to the tender heart inside that had so much to give if it were only nurtured and cared for like a delicate seedling just breaking through the surface of the soil and beginning to reach for the sun. Roxy and Zhen knew, and were on the receiving end of her love. Ella knew and was so loyal she would willingly die for her mistress. Once upon a time a red haired fae had been gifted with her love but instead of valuing it he had crushed it beneath his boot, a careless, unseeing step that had trodden the seeding back down into the ground.

”It is a fact, whether good or ill.” Her harshness had saved her, and so she would not begrudge it. But thoughts were moving away from her personality and slipping into an area Delta was all too familiar with, the alluring nature of her body. As his eyes fell to take in her breasts she smirked a little, seeing the way longing began to spark within his eyes are their bodies pressed against each other and he took the chance to feast on what parts of her body he could. She knew he wanted her...the question was what would he give to have her?

She had been expecting the kiss to be good, what she hadn’t anticipated was the way his hands firm upon her back, pressing her into him and the hard press of his lips to halt her in her steps and steal her breath. Her own arms wound around his neck and, one hand upon his opposite shoulder to keep her crushed against him while the other slide up into his hair. She let her lips part to hunger of his kiss, allowed their tongues to search and taste. It was like she could feel his connection to the earth, and it called to her own.

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Atticus was well versed in the way of communicating with one's body, specifically between the sheets - or against a wall for that matter. She was teasing him, Delta's breasts were taunting him beneath what could hardly be called a dress - a scrap of fabric maybe. Someone had paid attention to every detail of Delta's body and had placed small clusters of fabric to conceal the flesh he desired to taste.

Naturally, when her lips pressed against his that was all the prompting he needed. At first, he tested the waters to ensure it wasn't a trap, but when she didn't reel back to slap or otherwise attack him his steps halted, too. And as her arm slung around his neck he allowed his lips to part so he could better access her mouth. She tasted like the earth itself and he groaned into her mouth, allowing for one of his hands to run up along her back. Never once did he use his arm to trap her against him, if she pulled away he wouldn't fight her.

However, while she was keeping them pinned together he took full of advantage of the opportunity. She wanted a kiss and that was that he drew the line there but he would savor it. And he did, he savored the taste of her kiss, the feel of her body and the way her breasts felt against his chest and simply wished that they were both entirely naked and wound together in another way.

His arousal was obvious, but he hoped that this kiss wasn't another game to her. He didn't even care if she just wanted a one-time thing - teasing got old, after all.

Atticus allowed for the hand at her back to creep up into her hair, his fingers carefully explored her hair without disrupting her hairstyle and he hungrily plundered her mouth, of course he wanted more than to just plunder her mouth. He quickly mapped out just what he wanted to do with her and let that pour into the kiss, to convey just how hungry he was.

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Delta wasn’t supposed to like it this much, mainly because Atticus infuriated her in a way that wasn’t natural and should leave no room for physical attraction. Yet their bodies seemed to be speaking on another level, his calling to hers and instigating the sort of yearning that was causing her to grow slick with desire as they pressed together. Her dress was so thing, more sheer fabric than anything, that it left her entirely susceptible to the heat of his body, which seemed to be making her bones melt a little.

As her hand fisted in his hair, Del became all too aware of his arousal pressing into her belly, and without thought she rose up onto her toes so that she could fit him more against her mound, traitorous hips rocking into him a little. It wasn’t suppose to affect her this much, but his hunger for her... the way he seemed to devour her mouth made her body quake a little and Delta felt an instant connection to it. Her body wanted to respond, wanted to wrap it’s self around him and ride him until she was quivering in completion.

Gods but she wanted to let him make her come. Desire swimming like a heady creature through her bloodstream, Del pulled back from the kiss just a little. Leaving her body tight against his, breasts firm against his chest and her hips rocking subtly into him, she only pulled their lips apart far enough that they were no longer kissing, but close enough that their lips would still brush as they spoke. Close enough that they were still sharing breath. ”You want me.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. And her own pulse thrummed quickly in her throat, a sure sign that her own body was craving what he was offering. This was the annual Sin Ball... typically an event where she wasn’t adverse to allowing her partner to press her up against a column, or leaning back while he slipped beneath her dress to tantalize her with his mouth.

But she wasn’t supposed to be giving in to him.... Green eyes – with pupils blown wide – lifted to meet his, a hunger in their depths that mirrored his own.

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It didn't help matters that Delta was wearing something that didn't classify as a dress, but rather something less than a layer of skin. Where his hand rested and was allowed to explore he felt every indentation, every minor dip and it made his pulse thunder in his ears. He didn't expect her to meet his arousal, not as she lifted up onto her toes and ground into him. Gods, even through his pants he could feel her heated lips spread against the front of him and he knew he was as good as damned right then.

Everything she gave up to him he drank in greedily which only heated the kiss further. His fingers pressed into her skin and his tongue continued to caress hers. When she began to pull away he sought her lips out again, his lids heavy with desire. "Of course I do, I think that is evident." There was no mistaking that fact, he was straining against his pants and he throbbed with the need to bury himself between her thighs.

This may have been a night of sin, but there were rules and more than that he always abided by his personal code which was to never take what was freely offered. His lips quivered with the need to press against hers once more and as a moment ticked by of them sharing breath and their gazes locked, he lifted his hand to cup her face and place a firm kiss to her lips once more. This one was far more heated than before but his lips didn't stay on hers and in fact they ran along the smooth column of her throat, savoring the taste of her skin. Each kiss was full of warmth and a praise of their own for the flesh he had never tasted before.

Whatever their initial meeting was like this one was far better and he'd take this one over the previous any day.

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”Very.” Her voice came out in a soft rasp, throat tightened with desire she found it hard to speak. She wasn’t supposed to be this affected, had not expected this at all, but her body was aching, something inside calling to his, longing to feel pleasure explode through her. There was no fight in her as he closed the distance once more, pulling her face to him as he kissed her with enough heat that a little whimper slipped out of her, her body leaning into him more. Goddess.... She couldn’t deny giving herself at least a little relief.....

Her head fell back exposing the column of her throat to his lips and tongue, her bottom lip sucking into her mouth as she bit down on it. Her fingers clutched on to the lapels of his jacket as she felt her insides heat and squirm with pleasure. Panting softly, and her thoughts all a drift inside her head that was nothing but hormones and desire now she began to step back, pulling him along with her so that there was no space between them. She kept going until her back hit one of the large columns holding up the upper mezzanine that looked down over their vast ballroom. Her hands undid his jacket so that they could slip inside and feel over the lean muscles beneath it. Gripping onto his waist she slowly moved them around the column so that they were on the back of it, still within the ballroom but somewhat separate from the rest of the room.

Licking her dry lips she reached for his face and pulled his lips back to hers. ”I need... something.” She breathed out before she claimed his lips once more, her leg lifting to slip around his hip and pull him in against her as she ground her throbbing, needy centre against his straining desire. He wasn’t going to be allowed to impale her on his length tonight, no matter how much both of them wanted it, but she couldn’t resist letting something happen.

She was half nymph after all...

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He could feel her melt into the kiss, some tension replaced by a new form of tension which had everything to do with desire. His cock twitched and throbbed with the need of release, he had done well to avoid the aphrodisiac but he didn't need any help being horny. Especially when a gorgeous female was pressed against him.

A groan left him as his mouth assaulted the smooth column of her throat, tasting it and teasing it with his teeth. Willingly, he followed her toward the pillar and as she moved backward he moved into her. His head lowered so he could capture her lips again, the feel of her fingers grazing his skin caused a moan to escape him. Clouded with desire and whatever the damnable pull to her was he would have abandoned his usual privacy rule and given himself entirely to her if she wanted him.

But... there were always stipulations, weren't there? "That makes two of us... What do you want?" he asked against her lips, his hands brazenly reaching for one of her legs so he could pick it up and situate himself between her. The heat from her sex poured onto the front of his pants and he sucked in a breath. "Gods, you're beautiful," he didn't mean to say it, but in the heat of the moment, it slipped out, thankfully his lips were occupied as his mouth covered hers again. His tongue dipped into her mouth and the kiss grew hungrier, his hips grinding into hers to stimulate them both.

Unable to breathe, he pulled back and dipped his head toward her ear where he whispered ancient words to her. He didn't elaborate, but his tone was soft and his pert nose dragged along her hairline. He whispered something else and proceeded to suckle her earlobe.

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