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Post by ADRIENNE DE MARQUE on Apr 27, 2011 9:08:50 GMT -5
To be honest, this dance was the main reason Adrienne had even wanted to go on the Halloween trip to begin with. She had always loved costume parties, and this one served as an excuse for her to wear the French maid outfit she had bought earlier that year. She had no boyfriend to parade around in it for, and Halloween only came once a year...
She had arrived at the party shortly after it had started. The tightly boned bodice of her costume showed off the curves and lines of her figure to their full potential. The skirt was cut short, revealing the long line of her legs down to where the black, thigh highs started. Her heels clicked softly as she glided across the floor. stopping to say a quick hello to those that greeted her, all spoken with her French accent hanging heavily on her tongue.
She only spent a minuscule amount of time socializing among the people she knew before she took up a spot on the wall. A cup of punch filled her hand as she sipped on it, slightly disheartened to learn that no one had spiked it yet. If she had known no one was going to be man up and do it, she would have found some alcohol and done it herself. She rolled her eyes, enjoying her spot against the wall sipping her drink.
She could not help but allow her eyes to scan the room, hoping to see Cage Wakefield making his way between the people. As much as she had tried to hide it or ignore it, she did hope he would appear and keep her busy for the evening. She wanted nothing more than sneak off to a back room with him for a few hours.
She didn't expect anything to happen, she reminded herself. Of course. She just found his company preferable to the current people she was stuck with...right?
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Post by MICAJAH WAKEFIELD on Apr 27, 2011 9:24:31 GMT -5
Of all things, Cage was not particularly overjoyed at being a chaperone for the Halloween trip, but it wasn't as though he had anything better to do with his time. He was all caught up on grading, his house was clean and pretty spotless (even for him), and he was still lacking a female friend to spend late nights with when he got bored or lonely. Not to mention the fact that it gave him an excuse not to return his grandfather's request to have him to family dinner, yet again. They always ended up either blatantly explosive, or painfully awkward for Cage, and he would rather not travel down that path. In any case, there he was dressed casually in tweed pants and waistcoast with a white shirt and a burgundy necktie, not something too far off from his normal attire. Not far enough to be considered embarrassing. Halloween was really only an excuse for skinny little women (and some not so skinny) to pour themselves into overly revealing clothing and get drunk on candied little drinks.
Not that Cage was complaining.
Though of course, he wasn't going to reap any of those benefits tonight, as he was a responsible one tonight, making sure that no one was making children in a dark corner or tricking the barkeeps into just a little liquor. And of course, as his eyes scanned the crowd, one hand deep in his pocket and toying with a few coins left down there, he was certainly looking to serve his duty as a chaperone and not seeking the supple, lean, ridiculously attractive form of Adrienne de Marque.
Two encounters now, both of which continually reminded him of what his neighbor thought of her. And her last visit over her grade only proved a few of his fears. She had noticed the attraction, of course she had, and now wanted to exploit it for better grades. God. Were women predictable. And yet he still subconsciously scanned the room for her as he went to grasp a cup of punch, which lamentably hadn't been spiked yet. God, did the kids do anything right?
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Post by ADRIENNE DE MARQUE on Apr 27, 2011 9:37:22 GMT -5
Adrienne kept herself poised against the wall, her eyes scanning idly until she did find him, mingling among the crowd. He had not dressed in costume, but there was still something ridiculously handsome about the very simple outfit he was wearing. She swallowed hard, watching him, feeling her face warm significantly.
She stood at the wall, debating with herself, trying to decide what to do. Every part of her wanted to go over to him, just to simply offer him a drink or engage in small talk. But their last encounter in his classroom had been awkward enough, But it had also made her realize that the little fluttering in her stomach she felt every time she looked at him was shared. To be quite honest, she was not sure how she felt about that. This was wrong on so many levels, and she was sure everyone had a crush on their teacher at some point but...this was just....
Before she had realized what was going on, she had poured a second cup of punch and was making her way towards him. God, she wished someone had spiked the punch; she could use a little bit of liquid courage at that moment. She stopped once more, looking indecisively down at the cup in her hand. But she was close enough now she was sure he had seen her, and it would be very apparent that she had crawfished at the last minute.
She continued forward, trying to keep things nonchalant, and offered him the new punch in her hand. "I promise, no one's spiked it yet." She spoke softly, before wrapping red painted lips around the rim of her own cup and taking a sip. Her eyes stayed trained on his face, making another note of how handsome he looked, and forcing it away just as quickly as it had arisen. "How are you this evening?"
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Post by MICAJAH WAKEFIELD on Apr 27, 2011 9:46:34 GMT -5
And then there she was, in all of her delectably French glory. It was ironic, he thought, as he noted her outfit hat matched her decidedly saucy heritage. Cage chuckled softly as she brought over a new glass of punch for him. Well. That required a little forethought. She was playing the game well, as far as he could tell. Idly, he wondered how many of her teachers in France had fallen prey to her spell. He wouldn't be the next, he maintained in his mind. Though he knew that he already had.
"Thank you. I was just finishing mine," Cage mused, tucking the fresh cup into the hole of the old one before taking a sip. "It's a sad day when the dance punch doesn't get spiked. What the hell do you kids do at these dances now anyways, besides make animalistic displays of dry humping?" Cage rolled his eyes as he glanced to the dance floor of the couples that he didn't' even want to attempt to break apart. Let them have their dry sex.
"Personally, Miss de Marque, I am fit to be tied. I don't want to be here. I got dragged into being here. And here I am. Sipping punch and pretending to keep an eye on the students. My motto is, if they're gonna drink and have sex, best do it here were they're safe and not out in some seedy, shady bar." He gave her a pointed look. "In skimpy clothes. Pretending to be older than they are."
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Post by ADRIENNE DE MARQUE on Apr 27, 2011 10:02:29 GMT -5
"You're very welcome." She replied, turning away from him and watching the dance floor with an arched brow. Adrienne was a dancer, to her very core, and would love to be out there pressed back to chest with someone else, but she never got into this dry humping nonsense most of them were doing. Dancing was all about hips, not pressing your genitals into someone else and showing everyone else what you did in the bedroom.
"If I had known someone else wasn't going to do it, I would have done it myself." She confirmed, taking another sip of the punch. She almost subconsciously expected it to burn, and for a moment was surprised when it didn't. Before this night was over, she wanted liquor. She would find it somewhere, she assured herself. She rolled her eyes at the couples on the dance floor before looking back to Cage, arching her brow at him.
"That's your motto?" She asked skeptically, her brows still arched nearly to her hairline. When he mentioned her own costume, she narrowed her eyes a bit before looking around them, making sure no one was standing close by. She lowered her voice, keeping it a hiss instead of a seductive purr. "Well, I don't remember you complaining too much about my skimpy clothes when I was wearing yours." Her voice was meant only for him.
"And I was not pretending to be older than I am. I had a wrist band marking me as being underage. Just because you missed it when all the blood rushed from your brain to somewhere else and you decided you were taking me home does not mean I was propositioning you." She looked away from him once more and back to the dance floor, listening to one song die down and another pick up. She then turned her eyes back to him. Let's see what he has to say to that.
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Post by MICAJAH WAKEFIELD on Apr 27, 2011 10:13:14 GMT -5
Saucy. So she enjoyed being a rebel eh? Even worse.
Cage listened to her low his and he raised a brow, looking down at her with a great look of arrogance and skepticism on his face. He sipped his punch, wishing for a little liquid courage himself in that moment, though he wasn't sure that would even be that wise around her. Around her, he had very little control of all his emotions. It was frustrating and knee deep's worth of shit for him to deal with, but he couldn't help it. Fundamentally, she was a woman and he a man, and that was all that mattered to his neighbor downstairs. Regardless of their occupations in life.
Cage briefly thought of her in his clothes like she was that evening in his home, straddling him and draining him of every decent thought he had left. They hadn't kissed even! Because he knew that the moment he gave into that, the demands would start. The game would throw itself into motion. And that would be the end of his teaching career, the only thing he ever truly loved in his lifetime.
"What sort of game are you playing here?" he hissed back, his voice low and lethal and meant for her. He stepped closer, reaching over her shoulder for a napkin from the table behind her, but speaking quickly and angrily as he did. "What do you want from me? Good grades? Favoritism? Do you want me to get fired? I mean my God, what angle are you taking here?" Cage settled back, wrapping the superfluous napkin about his drink before taking a measure sip again, his dark eyes narrowed down on her.
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Post by ADRIENNE DE MARQUE on Apr 27, 2011 10:24:43 GMT -5
Adrienne instinctively leaned her head away as he reached over her shoulder towards the table to grab a napkin, her teeth pressed closed to keep her from saying something nasty back and interrupting him. She was still trying to figure out if his accusations were part of his own plan or what was going on. It was absolutely ridiculous idea that she would do such a thing. She had other things to occupy her time than the trivial pursuit of sins of the flesh. Instead, she waited until he was done before hissing back at him in the same, measured but slightly angry tone.
"What game am I playing? What game are you playing?" She snapped back. "I'm trying my damnest to figure you out and I am getting nowhere. To my face you act as if I am nothing more than an annoyance and an inconvenience but when I turn away you're eying me up like a piece of meat. I'm not familiar with the rules of this game, I've never had a teacher show interest in me before. So forgive me if this is a whole different animal to me."
She turned her face away and took another sip of her drink, trying to calm down. But that didn't last long, It took only a moment before she turned back towards him, snapping once more. "And further more, I'm insulted that you think I would do such a thing. I can make my own damn grades without having to fuck you on the side to get them." It took everything in her power not to throw her drink on him. She wouldn't want to cause a scene and bring any attention to him.
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Post by MICAJAH WAKEFIELD on Apr 27, 2011 10:38:49 GMT -5
Cage listened to her and became amused suddenly, shaking his head. "Your accent comes out when you're angry." And of course that was a telltale sign that he had paid enough attention to her to know when it came out and when it didn't. Damn. He was in deeper than he had realized.
"Never?" Cage laughed at that. "I highyl doubt that, darling. Is this another facet of the game? Playing the innocent little debutante to get what you want?" Cage narrowed his eyes coldly, defensive and on edge yet again. "I want to know what you want from me, kid. That's all. Because you're not going to get it. No matter how attractive you are, I like my job and I intend on keeping it. Is that it? You want to get me fired?"
Cage was so desperate in seeking an ulterior motive because believing the other was far too improbable. That she was actually attracted to him. And even then, believing it and letting it happen were too different things. Cage was never much of a cradle robber, and he had taken pride in flirting and not letting it fall into anything else with his students in the past. But now...Adrienne de Marque was a killer for him.
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Post by ADRIENNE DE MARQUE on Apr 27, 2011 10:51:05 GMT -5
"I've been accused of being a lot of things, Mr. Wakefield, but a liar is not one of them." She snapped back. "I don't want anything from you. I do play games, but not with my teachers. I'm not that stupid. I don't need to sleep with you in order to have you fired. Besides, I'm not that type of person. I don't thrive on watching people squirm." She growled.
"My father has enough stress on him right now without having to deal with a scandal about me screwing around with one of my teachers. I wouldn't do that to you for his sake." She stepped in a little bit, her voice now even lower. "My God, how did I ever even find you attractive? You are perhaps the most selfish, bullheaded man I have ever had the displeasure of crossing paths with, no matter how handsome you are."
She then took a step back. "Enjoy the rest of the party, Mr. Wakefield. I'm going to find more pleasant company." She downed the rest of her punch quickly, throwing the cup away and turning away from him. She would find a partner who wouldn't be intent on having sex with her on the dance floor and would dance until her feet were killing her.
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Post by MICAJAH WAKEFIELD on Apr 27, 2011 11:27:44 GMT -5
Her words were heated, but honest it seemed, and Cage listened to her description of him, laughing once ina short burst of a chuckle. She hit the nail on the head, it was true. He was selfish and bull-headed, but she had a good dose of both as well. Cage watched her turn away and he frowned, reaching out to grab her shoulder on impulse.
He wasn't particularly worried that the action would be construed as anything besides an attentions grabbing reach, not to mention the were in the healthy shadows of the side of the dancefloor, where very few even paid attention. And even then, most of the teacher chaperones were half-lit already. Cage firmly grasped her shoulder to spin her back to face him, his hand heavy on her small frame. Cage narrowed his eyes at her slightly, but didn't dare to step closer, though he could smell her feminine scent filling his nose.
"You're right," he spoke with amused arrogance. "I am selfish and bullheaded, with a good dose of charismatic charm and arrogance thrown in. But you see, I have a problem." Cage lowered his voice, tightening his grip on her shoulder slightly to punctuate his words. "I can't get this Frenchy out of my head. It's irritating. And I suppose I use the excuse that she wants to use me in order to ignore the alternative." The alternative that she might halfway be attracted to him, which was a place that even his best intentions were no match for. Cage released her shoulder and leaned back on his heels, looking at her and sighing, folding his arms.
"Even more, I'm not sure why I'm attracted to her. She's boorish. Sharp-tongued. Has a vile little temper. Even though she is beautiful beyond her years." Cage smirked boyishly at that. Let her untangle herself from that mess of words then.
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Post by ADRIENNE DE MARQUE on Apr 27, 2011 17:30:41 GMT -5
Adrienne stopped at the hand on her shoulder and allowed herself to be spun back towards him. His hand was heavy on her shoulder, and she resisted the urge to shrug it off, simply looking up at him as he spoke. "You can say that again." She replied to his description of himself, her brows arched and her face a blank slate.
His next words did surprise her though, and her mouth fell open slightly. Her mind did not want to make sense of what he was saying, though she knew exactly what he meant. This was wrong...so wrong on so many levels. She looked over at her shoulder as he removed his hand, noticing how bare it felt now. She swallowed hard, staring at the curve of her shoulder before turning her face from him to look anywhere else.
She exhaled hard, still intently listening to him even if she would not look at him. Close by, the music from the dance floor faded from fast and bumping to slow and sensual, letting the heat around them cool and forcing the couples in the middle of making figurative babies take a breather. She then looked back to him with whiskey colored eyes. "Now that the bump and grind has slowed a little...maybe we can go somewhere and talk?"
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Post by MICAJAH WAKEFIELD on Apr 27, 2011 17:41:08 GMT -5
She didn't look at him, not for a good long while, and that irritated Cage. Her eyes should not have been attractive t all, the whiskey color almost dull when compared to a blue or a green. But there was a depth to them that ate at Cage's insides until he was burning up with a need to possess her.
Woah there, he told himself. He went from despising her to unclothing her in his min in ten minutes, and it didn't look to be slowing down any time soon. Cage knew better than to say yes, to go and talk with her, but he knew they would have to go somewhere quiet and very private. Cage narrowed his eyes and turned away from her, almost as though he were going to leave. Instead, he grasped a napkin from the table they had been standing adjacent to before and he pulled out a pen from his pocket, scribbling on the four digit room number of his hotel room on it.
"I'm a tired old man, and it looks as though these kids are taken care of. I'll see you around, doll," Cagge offered, taking her hand and exchanging the napkin to her smoothly. Had they not been who they were and where they were, he would have just stuffed it down the front of that delectable neckline that she possessed. In stead, Cage gave a wink and sauntered out of the dancing area and made the trek to the elevators and the hotel rooms. He slipped inside his and began to tug off the superfluous clothing, like his tie and he unbuttoned his waistcoast,going straight to the mini bar and fixing himself a drink. Of course he had requested his own room, chalking it up to his shoddy sleeping patterns, but he really just didn't want to be around people more than he had to on this trip. To be truthful, he didn't like people that much anyways.
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Post by ADRIENNE DE MARQUE on Apr 27, 2011 18:11:22 GMT -5
Adrienne watched the man go, swallowing hard as she did. Hate to see him go but love to watch him leave. She mused, surprised that he had walked away before telling her where they would meet or if he even wanted to. She knew she shouldn't be surprised; she was playing a very dangerous game after all. She was asking to be burned. For all she knew he would go and tell everyone about their conversation.
She only looked down at the napkin in her hand when Mr. Wakefield had disappeared from sight. On it was a set of four number, his room number no doubt, and she exhaled nervously as she stared down at it. It took her only a little bit longer to finish up her affairs at the dance and make her way out of the studio. She moved back to the hotel and to her own room, to change from her costume and into something more comfortable.
She slipped out of the tight costume and hung it up, slipping off the stockings as well. She did not bother with the jewelry, and slipped on jeans and a comfortable shirt, pulling on her converse. She hung her costume up, only then realizing how horribly her hands were shaking. She took a moment to compose herself before she slipped out of her room and to the elevator.
She moved up to the correct floor and looked around her to make sure no one else was on the floor. When she saw no one, she moved to the correct room and knocked on it carefully. She looked around her as she waited for the door to open, still shaking slightly.
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Post by MICAJAH WAKEFIELD on Apr 27, 2011 18:19:24 GMT -5
Cage had almost fallen asleep by the time he heard the timid knock on his door, and he stood up, sauntering to the door in his disheveled look about him. He hair was messed up again and his tie hug loosely about his neck, a very devil-may-care look about him. He knew who it would be at the door, as he knew she would come. She was curious, as curious as he, about this whole attraction. As wrong and immoral as it was, they were both drawn to it, like moths to a flame. And he very well was about to stop caring about his morals soon enough.
"You look more comfortable," he mused, opening the door and looking at her as he let her in. Cage closed the door behind her quickly, not wanting to tempt the hands of fate, even though most of the teachers that were on this floor were still dancing or well into their cups by now. Cage surveyed her for a moment, looking at her form in the casual clothes. She made those even look delectable and satisfying.
Cage almost felt predatory as he walked across the room, towards the couch and taking up his drink again. "I'm almost disappointed that you did change though. There was something about that little skirt that just..." Well. He wasn't going to finish that thought. Instead he grinned boyishly. "Drink?" he asked, nodding towards the minibar. "I can mix a good one if you can keep a secret."
But God, wasn't everything about this secret?
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Post by ADRIENNE DE MARQUE on Apr 27, 2011 18:47:58 GMT -5
Adrienne exhaled in relief as she door was opened and she slipped inside quickly, deciding not to take him in too much before she was sure they were safe and secure out of the eyes of the public. When she did turn back to him, she had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep her desire contained. He was much more comfortable looking, with his hair ruffled once more. And as sure as his hair was ruffled, there was the strong desire to fix it again.
She forced her hands to stay at her side, watching him saunter over to the couch before following him there as well. She laughed softly when he mentioned her costume, rolling her eyes. "Well, I did intent to come here just to talk. Wouldn't want to bait the bear any more than necessary or distract him from the task at hand." She replied, moving to sit on one end of the couch.
She smiled thankfully at his offer, nodding. "Please." She replied, licking her lips. She leaned back against the arm of the couch. "I'm good at keeping secrets, I believe you'll find." She then brought her legs up onto the couch as well, watching him with rather passive, whiskey eyes, not nearly as sharp or wary as they usually were.
"After you do that though, I have to fix your hair or I will go absolutely insane." She purred, slightly more at ease now that she was sure they were alone. "You have such a gorgeous head of hair, I hate to see it messed up." She teased.
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