Silence and Delacourt (closed)

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So far, Mezmer's effect on Marie-Claire only made her feel a little drunk. Nothing she couldn't handle. And if Mezmer thought she was alreayd under his spell, then he wouldn't turn the full force of his power on her.

Marie-Claire was careful not to get between Will and Mezmer. She approached Alice and gave her a kiss full on the lips, with tongue. Alice's lips were soft and pliant. It was very different from kissing Will. Marie-Claire was the aggressor. She broke the kiss and planted a few along Alice's jaw, she put her lips close the woman's ear. "Alice," She whispered. "Put your clothes on and Will and I will take you home with us." She reached down and squeezed the blonde's bottom. "Do that for me now, and stay out of Mezmer's way. You're coming home with Will and I and we will all have fun."

She kissed her again then turned on Mezmer with her pistol and realized she did not think she could kill someone in cold blood. In the heat of the moment, yes. But not like this.

((Sorry it took so long to reply--I had pneumonia It's just been one thing after another with me lately. I'm on the mend though.))

 

[Maka]

The sight of Marie-Claire locking lips with Alice was startlingly erotic. The darkhaired French tomboy was planting soft, insistent kisses along Alice's jaw and pressing her lithe body against her. Alice was nothing loathe, shivering with the intensity of the contact, rearing back her head to give Marie-Claire access to her throat, soft cooing sounds coming from her slightly parted lips.

Will could not allow himself to become distracted by the sight of the beautiful girls' incandescent passion. With a prowling, loose-limbed gait, like a great cat of the jungle, he approached Mesmer -rapt in study of his victims. As though they shared a telepathic connection, he and Marie-Claire drew their guns on the hypnotist simultaneously. Will breathed an inward sigh of relief. Marie-Claire was not under his spell.

Mesmer raised an eyebrow.

"So I didn't get you, my dear. What a shame. I was looking forward to the show, I must say. Still, I wish you luck with the new Alice."

"Shut your filthy... " Will began. Mesmer glanced at him, then made a negligent move with his hand. A capsule thudded on to the stage. There was a roaring explosion and a black cloud of smoke rose up. When it had dissipated moments later, Mesmer disappeared.

"He can't have gotten far... " Will muttered. "We'll track him down."

He glanced at Alice, still held tight in Marie-Claire's arms.

"Are you feeling any better now?"



(no worries! I'm just glad you're all right).

 

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Alice smiled dreamily at Will, "Much better thank you, Captain Silence now that you and Miss Delacourt are hear, although...may I call you Marie-Claire? I think after those kisses we should be on a first name basis." She kept her arms around the French girl then started to nuzzle her neck.

Marie-Claire extricated herself from Alice. "We have to get Mezmer. Pull yourself together. The sooner we deal with Mezmer, the sooner we can sort things out with you."

Alice smiled, "Will Captain Silence help get me sorted, because I think it will take both of you." She stepped closer to Marie-Claire.

The French girl looked at Will, "You go. I'll calm Alice down and be right behind you."

 

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Will had lived a crowded life and wrestled with many questions of etiquette. Which fork, for instance, did one use at a formal Russian dinner party to try and deflect a Cossack's sabre? When dining with cannibal tribesmen in New Guinea, would refusal of the unidentified meat stew be considered rude? But he had never before dealt with the problem of a respected colleague, stripped down to her underwear, exchanging kisses with the girl he loved above all else, and imploring him to join them.* Would Emily Post have an opinion on the matter?

* Though the situation in Krakow in '29 bore similiarities.

He somehow tore his eyes away from the image of Marie-Claire being slowly caressed and nuzzled by the half-naked Alice, and nodded.

"You got it." To Alice. "Look, uh, Alice -just hang in there, okay? You're going to feel a lot better in a little bit."

Alice certainly didn't look unwell. In fact, she looked as delighted with herself as Will had ever known her, her eyes glowing with delight and energy seeming to crackle off her body as she made a kittenish attempt to look a slender arm back around Marie-Claire's neck.

"And you hang in too," he told Marie-Claire. The close comparison of Alice's scantily-clad body only made Marie-Claire all the more radiantly lovely. He turned and raced backstage.


Mesmer's dressing room was marked with a mysterious occult symbol -one that Will suspected he had made up. It was half open and Will could see the tall man leaning over a suitcase at the back of the room. He threw himself inside -and heard the door click shut behind him. He heard a simultaneous hiss. Gas?

Will reached for the figure -but he had already realised that it was a stage dummy, designed to look like Mesmer from behind. He had charged into the illusionist's trap and he was already starting to feel faint and nauseous. Greenish fumes were starting to fill the room. Will staggered backwards, and began pounding on the door. He had to hope that Marie-Claire was as close behind him as she'd said -and that she remembered her way with locks.

 

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((ack, sorry for the long delay. RL just seems to want to beat the crap out of me lately.))

Alice took Will's remark to mean that he would join them soon and the three of them could more intimately explore their relationship. Alice had always found Will extremely attractive, but she was discovering that there was an entirely new experience in kissing another woman.

"Alice, ma petite," Marie-Claire used her most persuasive voice. "I would love to continue this back at our hotel room, but first we must help Will. Comprenez-tous?" She extricated herself from the Englishwoman yet again. "Please get dressed quickly. Later Will and I may have the pleasure of undressing you again."

Alice smiled. "I do like that idea very much." She quickly replaced her clothes, although she still looked disheveled.

At least she is suggestible, Marie-Claire thought, as long as it was framed the right way.

She led Alice backstage--the way Will had gone. And heard knocking coming from Mesmer's dressing room. She went to the door and tried the knob, jiggling it. Locked! "Will? Will! Are you in there?" She was already pulling out a lockpick from the pouch on her belt. She bit her lower lip and set to work.

 

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(no problem! Just glad to have you back)


Will was cursing himself. He should have remembered Mesmer's propensity for tricks, ambushes and double-bluffs. He could hear a rattling on the other side of the door. Marie-Claire?

He had instinctively taken a lungful of air the moment he heard the tell-tale click -an instinct that might well save his life. He remained calm, and ceased to hammer on the door. If Marie-Claire's delicate, skillful fingers were at work on the lock, beating at it from the other side could only distract her. Instead, he took the opportunity to survey the room. A pack of Tarot cards lay on the dressing table, and the face of the uppermost caught his attention.

It was Temperance, an angelic female figure floating above a lake, pouring water from one cup to the other. However, it was the face that caught his attention. It was a perfect likeness of Alice Somerset in her RAF gear, staring demurely out. He flipped it over -on the reverse was written Alice's name, rank and address.

Black spots were beginning to blur the edges of his vision as his breath ran short, but he ignored it, flipping through the other cards. It was as he'd suspected. Every one of the Major Arcana, from the Fool to the World, was a key player in Britain's counter-intelligence defences and their details were all neatly recorded on the back. Mesmer had only begun the night's work -of hypnotically enslaving London's most valuable secret defenders one by one.

And if his love could not get the door open in time, he might well succeed.

 

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((Ugh, got sick yet again This winter has been horrible for me.))

Marie-Claire took a break to steady herself. She had always been very confident with her ability to pick locks. She could have a door open in seconds, get in, do what needed to be done and get out with no one the wiser. But knowing that Will was trapped on the other side of the door...possibly dying was a pressure she had never known.

She almost had it. Too little pressure and it would not open, too much and the lock pick might break in the lock and then where would she be? Standing here knowing Will was dying only a few feet from her. "Steady, my girl. Remember all you've learned. You've done this thousands of times before." She whispered.

There was a loud click. "Merci!" She said to the heavenly powers. She opened the door and was greeted by the awful smell of some kind of gas. She ducked low, took a breath of good air and dashed into the room to find Will slumped on the floor clutching a deck of cards.

They must be important, so she took them and stuffed them into her pocket. She grabbed Will's arm and pulled him over her shoulder carrying him like a fireman out into the corridor. She set him down propped against the far wall.

"Will! Will, speak to me." She slapped his face lightly and chafed his hands. "Will Silence, you wake up right now!" She blinked holding back tears. Weeping would solve nothing.

She pushed him down on the floor and straddled him. She began administering mouth-to-mouth resusitation. "Will, please, come back to me."

 

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Will gradually surfaced, conscious of a drowsy, chilling numbness along all his limbs. The first thing he was aware of was the feeling of warm, soft lips pressed tightly against his own, of small hands clasped around his cheeks, of a slender, light body straddling his own. Then his eyes focused on the distressed, angelically lovely face, the blue eyes sparkling with tears.

And the first thing he did was take Marie-Claire's face in his hands and give her as thorough and toe-curlingly passionate a kiss as a girl could recieve. He was intoxicated by her nearness, her scent, her glorious body. He had to force himself to focus.

"Thank you," he said at last, his voice husky and low. "You saved my life."

 

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((Sooo sorry for taking so long. RL just keeps on knocking me down and my Muse went into hiding because of it, even if I had the time to post. But I am trying to make this a leisure time priority, so we'll see how that goes.))


"Oh, Will. Will. I thought I was too late." She breathed. She struggled to resist the urge to rip open his fly and hump him right there on the floor. Even in her anguish and fear for Will's life she could feel the pull of Mesmer's power.

Then Alice was kneeling on the floor next to them. She gave Marie-Claire a lingering hug and kiss. "You saved him!" Then she bent down to kiss Will, too, stroking his chest and shoulders.

 

[Maka]

Mesmer's influence had still clearly not worn off, judging by the enthusiastic, lingering kiss Alice gave Marie-Claire. She then bent down over Will, not incidentally providing an excellent view of the creamy slopes of her breasts in the disarrayed red dress, and began alternating quick, hot kisses with caresses of Will's muscled body.

Will yelped, doing his best to fend the aristocratic young beauty off. As gently as possible, he took hold of her slender wrists and pushed her back but she simply used the opportunity to swoop in for another kiss. Will looked at her reproachfully and she responded with an un-Alice-like swashbuckling grin, her cheeks flushed and her brown eyes sparkling. He had to admit that under Mesmer's hypnosis, Alice did seem happier than he'd ever known before.

"Little help here?," he asked Marie-Claire, looking on with mock-demure amusement. "And did you see a deck of cards in Mesmer's dressing room? I think I know what he's up to... and those cards are the key!"

 

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Marie-Claire pulled Alice away then extricated herself from another of Alice's embraces. "We need to let Will breathe, oui? And me as well. Go stand over there."

Alice pouted but stepped back.

"Are you able to stand, Will?" Marie-Claire reached down to help him up then grinned. She dug the cards out of her pocket. "You were holding these as if they were life itself. I thought they must be important." She kept one arm around him. "Will, you must never frighten me like that again. You will give me white hair. And that will make me ugly."

 

[Maka]

"Nothing could ever make you ugly," Will said devoutly. He was still taking in great lungfuls of air. But nothing could have felt as good as the fragrance of Marie-Claire's short, soft dark hair or the warmth of her slender body pressed against his. The French girl's vivid blue eyes were welling over with concern, although a mischevious grin soon lit them up as she produced the cardpack. She kept an arm around his waist as though reluctant to let go even for a moment.

Will took the cards from her and dexterously rifled through them, a skill he'd picked up in Chicago's most disreputable saloon bars. He showed the images to Marie-Claire one by one.

"Generals. Politicians. Business moguls. Look... even a princess. My guess is that Mesmer is going to put them under his spell one by one, then film the results. It'll be blackmail material for the Reich -or cause for resignation. Either way, it'll cause chaos. We have to stop him!"

Where would Mesmer be going? He thought in terms of the occult, of signs and symbols. What followed on from Temperance in the pack? The Devil. Will didn't need to shuffle through the pack for the card. With a motion of his hands, he flipped it into the air.

The image was of a man seated on a throne, great goat horns and a halo of fire crowning his head, while kneeling naked courtesans flanked him to left and right. But his face was small and weaselly -an unctuous, narrow face glistening with sweat. Tarbuck Lawlor, uncrowned king of Soho and pornographer extraordinaire.

Will frowned. Lawlor was hardly a key member of British defences. Why would... ? Then the answer came to him in a flash. At his Greek Street studio, Lawlor would have all the filming equipment and props Mesmer needed for a pornographic bacchanalia -and Will had no doubt that Lawlor would rent them out to anyone willing to pay, be they British, German or Martian. After incapacitating Alice, the British agent sent after him, Mesmer was going to go to Greek Street, pick up the equipment he needed there, then make his way to his victims' homes one by one.

But not if Will and Marie-Claire had anything to say about it. Will pressed Marie-Claire to him, enjoying just for a fleeting moment the press of her ripe young breasts against his hard chest.

"C'mon, kiddo," he said. "We're going to Soho."

He glanced at Alice, pouting to herself and swaying sensuously from side to side on the spot.

"What should we do about her?"

 

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Marie-Claire roundly cursed Messner and Lawlor in gutter French. Then she hugged Will back resting her cheek against his broad chest. "We must stop this monster at all costs." she agreed.

She looked at Alice who still was too far under the influence although she seemed to be getting better and was more open to suggestions not relating to sex. "Can we trust that if we tell her to go home and wait for us, that she will? Is there someone who can come fetch her?" She said keeping her voice low. "We can't take her with us.

 

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Will nodded, although a part of him was simply relishing the feel of Marie-Claire's soft, smooth cheek against his chest.

"I'll call someone from her regiment to take her home. Also, some people I know on Fleet Street -make sure what Mesmer did to her doesn't get any headlines. Meanwhile... we should get to Soho."



Since the war, Soho had become the throbbing, greasy black heart of London with its theatres and nightclubs, its clip joints and bordellos and brothels and dark alleyways. Will and Marie-Claire hurried through the crowds. Experienced urban adventurers, they were able to move swiftly and gracefully, avoiding touts and pickpockets alike.

At one point, they passed by a darkened doorway where a prostitute had evidently taken her john. A hoarse wail of pleasure was followed by the john's harsh, guttural grunts. Will grinned at Marie-Claire slyly. It was obvious that the prostitute was faking it but even if she hadn't been, nothing could ever compare with the lovely sounds Marie-Claire made in the bedroom, that flow of endearments and prayers and obscenities in French, succeeded by insensible moans and gasps and finally by a pure, high scream of pleasure.

But he had no time to dwell on such pleasant thoughts. They had arrived at Lawlor's Greek Street studio, above a tattoo parlour -and Will could see light behind the Venetian blinds in the window. They had arrived not a moment too soon.

"We don't know how many are up there," he told Marie-Claire. "I'd say our best bet is to try and ambush Mesmer when he comes down."

 

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A woman from Alice's regiment arrived promptly. Fortunately, Alice seemed to be getting over her exaggerated "feelings" faster now, although she did put her arm around the woman's waist and giggle when Will told her to take Alice home and put her to bed after her ordeal.

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Marie-Claire knew London almost as well as she knew Paris. She had gone exploring several nights when she attended the posh girls' school Will had sent her to. It was after exhausting all the options in France and before the one in Switzerland.

She followed Will on cat feet taking notice of the way he took her.

"That sounds like a plan. One of us on either side of the door?" She raised her eyebrows. "He should not be able to use his powers against us if we take him by surprise, oui?"

 

[Maka]

Will stood against one side of the tattoo parlour door, seeing Marie-Claire press her cute little ass against the other side. He let himself breath, flexing his muscles and preparing for this last struggle.

He wouldn't have credited it, a few days ago, but this partnership of theirs felt... good. This felt right and not just because his body felt like it was still glowing and humming from the blissful work-out of fucking a svelte young tigress like Marie-Claire into drowsy submission. Who would have thought that in his young French ward he'd have finally found a girl who enjoyed sex just as much as he did, who had the appetite and stamina to match his own Herculean needs?

But it was more than that. Will Silence sometimes worked with the law or fellow adventurers, but he had always been a lone wolf at heart, and never been more comfortable than when he was pursuing his goals alone. But Marie-Claire... Marie-Claire was his partner, the love of his life. He knew she'd always be at his side from now on -and he'd enjoy every adventure twice as much.

He almost had to laugh when he thought of how determined he'd been to stop Marie-Claire setting out with him in the first place. Such a gentleman he'd been -not like him at all! What she should have done right away, he reflected, was sunk to her knees, undone his belt, and begun sucking his cock the way she had in the hotel room. One experience of Marie-Claire's warm, wet, supremely talented mouth, and Will's scruples would have flown out the porthole of his state room. With the added advantage that they would have had a solid eight hours' more worth of fucking than they'd already received.

Will's reverie was disturbed by footsteps on the stairs. Mesmer. He did not need to even look at Marie-Claire -they already operated in sync, like a well-oiled machine.

The door opened and Will made a lightning grab. But it was as though Mesmer indeed possessed the clairvoyant powers his stage-act claimed. Will caught just a glimpse of the magician's startled face in the streetlight, before the Czech was twisting like an eel, slipping under Will's arms, dropping the camera he'd held, and darting out into the street. A knife flickered into Mesmer's hands and he lunged at Will -not seeing Marie-Claire in the dark beside him.

 

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Marie-Claire's body was a-buzz with excitement. All of her senses on fire and acutely aware of everything around her. She felt so alive. She had to calm herself to be still and silent. She took a few deep breaths.

When Mesmer emerged, Will jumped him right away, but the two were facing off in the street before she could react. It was too dangerous to use her pistol, she might hit Will. She pulled a knife from her boot and stabbed at Mesmer trying to get him in the back as Will kept him occupied. She aimed for his kidney--stabbed then danced away.

 

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Mesmer, lifting his knife, gave a sudden grimace of pain and whirled around. Marie-Claire was dancing away, her knife leaping from hand to hand trailing dark droplets of blood behind it. Giving a bellow of rage, Mesmer charged after her but the French girl was too swift and limber -and a moment later, Will crashed into him from behind, locking his arms about his neck and bringing him down.

One swift, efficient chop to the temple later and Mesmer was out and unconscious.

"Magic your way out of that one, buddy," Will said. Despite the intensity of the struggle, he was not even breathing deeply. He gathered Marie-Claire into his arms and looked deep into her enchanting blue eyes. He started to say something but then decided to stay silent, simply enjoying their moment of victory and the feel of her slender body in his arms.

 

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Marie-Claire tipped her head up at Will. The look in his eyes as he gazed down at her filled her with such strong emotions. She pulled his head down and kissed him hard putting all that she felt for him in it. She came up for air, "We make such a good team, oui, mon cher?"

She looked at Mesmer. "He should be dealt with before he wakes up. Is there a prison that can hold him? With his powers, he could make any guards release him, could he not? I think I am sorry we did not kill him."

She had always had a blood thirsty tendency. If Mesmer's powers had brought her libido to the fore, even though Will had told her how to fight it, the anxiety of thinking Will might die, then the fight against Mesmer, all of it made her libido even stronger. She kissed him again, "How long must I wait until I get you alone?" She breathed.

 

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There was a familiar fire glowing in Marie-Claire's gorgeous blue eyes. Standing up on tiptoe, she threw her arms around Will's neck and pulled him down for a deep, passionate kiss. Will kissed her back, putting an arm around her slender shoulders to press her body against his. When she at last broke the kiss, he nestled her dark head beneath his chin, relishing the warmth of her body and the fresh scent of her hair.

"We make such a good team, oui, mon cher?" Marie-Claire said breathlessly, her face upturned, her eyes wide with headspinning adoration. Will just nodded. It was true. They seemed to act and think as one in action -their instinctive bond was as electrifyingly powerful there as it was in bed.

"He should be dealt with before he wakes up. Is there a prison that can hold him? With his powers, he could make any guards release him, could he not? I think I am sorry we did not kill him."

Will grinned at Marie-Claire's suddenly revealed bloodthirsty streak but he shook his head.

"He might be useful -there's valuable information in that over-pomaded head of his. As for keeping him prisoner, the Brits have a special place for holding people like him, up in Yorkshire. The guards are... well, let's just say he won't get very far trying to hypnotise them."

"How long must I wait until I get you alone?" Marie-Claire whispered, punctuating her words with another sweet, hot kiss.

Will looked at her. The beautiful French girl was hardly able to stand still -unconsciously swaying and thrusting her slim hips forward, biting her lower lip as she did so. Will understood, feeling the same way. He always got horny after the action was over and right now, looking at his brave and beautiful Marie-Claire, he felt an unprecedented, irresistible swell of arousal. Oh God, the things he'd like to do to her...

"I'll just get Mesmer taken care of," he told her. "Then I think you and I are going back to the hotel... where I will be fucking the living daylights out of you."

 

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How many time had he chastised her on her coarse language? And how many times had she been punished at school for it? Too many to count.

Marie-Claire gave Will an impish grin grinding against him a little. She gave his ass a squeeze. "Such language." She tsked and shook her head. "You are such a bad influence. The sooner we return to the hotel the better, because there are so many many things I want to do with you. And if we do not go soon, I will start right here." She undid two buttons on his shirt and kissed his bare chest. Her lips were soft and warm on his skin.

 

[Maka]

There was a place for people like Mesmer. As the world shot forward into the enticing, mysterious twentieth century, more and more troublesome people were developing powers like his and the British government had taken notice. They'd built a prison up in Sheffield, and manned it with automata controlled by remote. It would be a long time before any of Mesmer's earthly delights tempted those particular guardsmen.

Taking Mesmer in charge and explaining the special needs of his imprisonment took an infuriating amount of time, all while Will's mind was dwelling on the promise contained in Marie-Claire's sparkling blue eyes, in her mischevious smile, her kiss and the way that she had pressed her supple young body against him. As crucial as the details were, it was very hard to concentrate on anything else -and how she knew it.

As the final interview at the Soho police station finally came to an end, Will realised that Marie-Claire had slipped away at some point. But he had an inkling of where she had gone, where she would be waiting for him...

And so he was already fiercely aroused as he pushed the hotel room door open. He wondered if Marie-Claire had prepared some surprise for him, and thought with a grin about how she had once presented him with her bare, smooth ass on the state room of the Abraham Lincoln and demanded he massage it. He'd thought the ploy innocent at the time, but now he knew otherwise...

 

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Marie-Claire grew bored. There was nothing for her to do but wait. She could not even tease Will since he was busy with the police and seeing Mesmer safely locked away. It was too important and she wanted Will to know that she knew when to be serious and when to be an imp.

She quietly slipped out of the Soho police station and headed back to the hotel. It was late very late. She passed a brothel that seemed quite active despite the hour. She could hear piano music and laughter. It gave her an idea so she went inside. She had packed light, as she always did and wanted something cheeky to greet Will in when he arrived back at the hotel. She spoke to the madam and told her what she wanted. They discussed price and she left shortly thereafter with her purchase tucked safely away in her pack.

At the hotel, she ordered wine and a light snack for two. She undressed and and took a quick bath then slipped into the lacy blue nightgown that matched her eyes. It hugged every curve and left very little to the imagination making her more erotic than had she been naked. Two slits up the front split for easy walking, or other activities. She made a bet with herself as to whether Will would bother removing the nightgown at all. It made her feel very naughty indeed knowing this was part of the stock at a brothel. She wondered for a moment if she should have bought the black corset and garters instead, but that reminded her too much of that German bitch.

She sipped some wine and turned down the bed. She reclined in what she hoped would be a most seductive way. Then shifted ad tried another pose. And another. She did not think she was so good at this, but what she lacked in experience she more than made up in enthusiasm.

...And still Will had not arrived. She sighed and pulled a book from the shelf and went back to bed to read. She hadn't gotten pas tthe first page before she fell asleep.

 

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Will slipped into the hotel room. The light was still on, but he could make out Marie-Claire's slender shape lying asleep on the bed, gently stirring with steady, regular breaths. He felt a stab of remorse -of course the poor girl had fallen asleep. She must be exhausted at this point. Will nobly decided to let her enjoy her rest, for all that he was aching to take her as thoroughly and energetically as humanly possible.

That heroic resolve lasted as long as it took Will to reach the bed and see what Marie-Claire was wearing. Now where had she gotten that? Will was fairly clear that the straitlaced Rothsteins would never have contemplated something so spicy, and as for the various convent schools Marie-Claire had attended, Will thought that the mothers superior would have had a heart-attack if they'd seen what Marie-Claire was wearing now. Then again, it was hard to see them wholeheartedly approving of any of Marie-Claire's recent activities: stowing away on zeppelins, fighting Nazis and sinister hypnotists, flying fighter jets, learning to suck cock with the enthusiasm and appetite of a brilliant natural talent, and, most of all, taking to fucking with the lusty, all-consuming pleasure of a wild, healthy young animal.

The sheer, lacy blue nightgown Marie-Claire was wearing clung greedily to the firm, ripe curves of her slender young body, molding itself to them, placing them on delectable display. It was an obscenely provocative outfit, yet somehow the beauty of Marie-Claire's sleeping face retained an innocent, angelic beauty. Will's breath caught as he watched her. Like a prince in a fairy tale, he gently bent over her and kissed her, lightly, on the lips.

 

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Marie-Claire responded to his kiss still mostly asleep. She felt deliciously and sensually lethargic, as if Will were some incubus silently invading her bed. She turned fully toward him her eyes squinting a little from the bedside light, "Will, mon cher." She murmured. "Is is very late, or very early?"

She twined her arms around his neck and into his hair and pulled him down for another kiss. This one a bit more insistent as she went from sleep to wakefulness. She plucked ineffectually at his shirt, "You have too many clothes." She pouted. Her normally nimble fingers were still sluggish with sleep. "Come to bed," she whispered in what she hoped was a seductive tone.