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Feeding the Fire (OPEN) Jan 13, 2016 20:47:20 GMT

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VICTORIA • Elle Fanning • Jellicle

Victoria had briefly contemplated trying to hunt down Jemima after her sudden exit from their little run in with Gus and Jelly; however, the lure of food and good gossip appeased her more. The only place where she could find decent gossip and tasty ethnic food happened to be the very place her uncle disproved of. In fact, most with a decent head screwed on their shoulders disproved of the slums. Victoria liked to think she fit into that category, but she was far too attracted to the "unsettling" to keep away. She’d keep touching the fire until she got burned…

Inwardly, Victoria couldn’t help but be a little bit nervous about walking around the slums on her own. Outwardly, she looked as poised as ever, but she had hoped Demeter or someone would have come with her. Two was always better than one, after all.

She ignored the casual whistle or attempt to get her attention as she meandered about, slipping inside a bar as soon as she found one that looked and smelled appeasing. She swore she had been there before, but honestly, she couldn’t be certain. All of these places looked the same…dark, rustic, hole in the walls. All the same.

Closing the door quietly behind her, the white queen walked in and sat down elegantly at the bar, tapping the top to grab the barista’s attention. ”White Russian, please. Extra Kahlua. Small salmon if you have it, chicken if not. ” She smiled as the barista nodded, and the barista soon brought back the creamy drink with a small plate of chicken. The establishment obviously wasn’t the sort to carry high dollar items.

Victoria nibbled at the less than satisfactory plate of chicken before her and sipped her drink, only to be interrupted when an orange tabby tom sat down beside her, fully turning his stool to face her with a look.

”How much for the evening, princess?” He asked, rubbing a hand across one of Victoria’s crossed knees. Nearly choking on her drink, a dainty white hand rose to wipe the small sliver of liquor that pushed past her lips. Her green eyes cut towards the tom, entirely not interested. With a smirk, she pushed his hand away and shifted towards the other side of her seat.

”I’m not that kind of lady, besides, even if I was, you wouldn’t be able to afford me.” She remained calm and collected, though her tone was sharp, hinting her desire for him to leave. She knew it wouldn’t be that easy, but surely this tom wasn’t stupid enough to cause a scene in a public area. Even if it was the slums, such interactions usually took place in the alleys or behind buildings
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”Awe, come on darling, I’m lonely, you look dissatisfied, so let me add a little color to those pearly white cheeks, baby.”

Rolling her eyes, Vicki looked away and motioned for the barista to bring her another drink. ”You wouldn’t come close to satisfying me…” Thick, orange fingers curled around her arm tightly as the tom scooted his stool closer, hot breath fluttering the fur against her neck.

”Wanna bet…?”

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Feeding the Fire (OPEN) Jan 14, 2016 5:26:56 GMT

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The dusky silver and scarlett tabby sat at one of the back tables of a nothing pub. It was like most of the establishments found in the slums, and one of those pubs you only knew was there if you lived in the slums or visited often enough. Admetus practically lived in the slums, and this among many other clubs, pubs and hangouts was home to him. He felt so comfortable in the gritty places, and he never really questioned if it was weird that he felt more at home there then in the warehouse. It had never been an issue before. Macavity respected his boundaries and let him go gallivanting off to wherever he wanted to go.

Sometimes he wondered if Macavity even cared...Admetus took a long deep swig of his alcohol, to get away from that line of thinking. No good would come of it, and if he looked too hard, Admetus was sure he'd find something there he didn't want to see. He was content with how things were and scolded himself for thinking there should be more. He wasn't a jellicle, and would never be one. He blamed Deuteronomy. It was just there meeting that had thrown him off. Taking more gulps, he had soon topped off his second glass. His lips quirked to the side as he peered into the empty cup. He was planning on blowing off some steam later in one of the fight clubs. And he knew he shouldn't order another drink.

That or he needed to ask for some water to balance the beer he had had. Even so, he was better at fighting then most of those yahoos, even if he was drunk. He'd put good money on that. He rose to his feet and went to the counter. He did notice a beautiful white queen and saw an orange tabby leering at her from where he sat. Before he made it to the counter he watched the orange tom move and take a seat next to the white queen. Admetus took a seat next to the orange tabby and tried to mind his own business. He may have felt comfortable and enjoyed the area, but a lot of the cats there were not cats he'd converse with normally.

He made some contacts, but quite frankly most of the cats in the slums were beneath him. He tapped the counter, and before he knew it, the barista had returned with a refilled glass. He nodded in thanks. He took one sip before he looked into his beer in disgust. Admetus hadn't purposely eavsdropped, but if a lady says no, then get the fuck out! The tabby wasn't a knight in shining armor, nor did he think she needed one, but he was also not the type to sit by and let something happen just because he didn't want to get involved. Smoothly, he dumped the rest of his drink onto the orange tabby.

"Sorry there, mate." Admetus spoke, not sounding all that sorry. In fact, he sounded downright cocky. "On the brightside, least it's an improvement. The ugly drunk birds will at least find your scent attractive." He clucked his tongue as he gave the tom a lookover. As lecherous as the orange toms look was to the white queen. It was a pathetic tactic to try and make him uncomfortable. Though Admetus knew most of the cats down there were open with sex, even if they were straight or gay, if they needed something they could only get by selling their bodies, they were open to whomever was looking to buy. "But there's nothing you can do about that mug o'yours."

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Feeding the Fire (OPEN) Jan 14, 2016 18:37:02 GMT

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VICTORIA • Elle Fanning • Jellicle

Before Victoria could protest the tom’s persistent advances, she watched beer trickle down his shoulders. Her eyes looked behind the orange tabby’s shoulders to find that the spilt beer was purposeful, and that a rather handsome rust and silver tom seemed to have found the orange tom’s advances just as appalling as she did.

”Dude, what the fuck?!” The tabby turned quickly in his stool to face Admetus, fuming. ”Why don’t you mind your own fuckin’ business! She’s not with you, so why don’t you scram before I smash that pretty-boy face against the counter here!” He rose, trying to look as threatening as possible. He was half a head shorter than Admetus, but still rather bulky, so anyone watching the scene unfold could place bets either way.

”Actually…” Victoria interrupted, hopping off of her stool (careful to not forget her drink), ”I am with him. I was waiting for him to join me before you so rudely made your presence known.” She grinned, casually looping her arm through Admetus’s and leaning into his side. Had she not had her drink in her other hand, she probably would have stroked his arm for added measure, but her posture alone surely got the point across.

”Please be so kind as to leave us, will you? I’m sure there are some ladies out back that wouldn’t mind keeping you company…” Despite her vocabulary and tone being clean and gentle, Victoria added insult to injury with a smirk making it ever so clear she didn’t mind rubbing dirt in a fresh wound. She had a tall, not to mention handsome tom looped around her arm – she didn’t care one bit what the tabby thought or felt beyond that point.

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Feeding the Fire (OPEN) Jan 14, 2016 21:49:51 GMT

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Admetus' eyebrows did raise up, but so did his lips. Right into a devious smirk. If it took that much to make the tom snap in anger, then Admetus knew if it resulted in a fight, how short that fight would be. He found some pleasure it striking a nerve, when he had barely insulted the tom in the first place. At the threat, Admetus didn't even bat an eye. The orange tabby was going to bash his face in? What a laugh. He had been brawling in the slums at least three times a month for the past decade. And was still alive. His bulkier size didn't bother Admetus. He had his own advantages that he could rely on.

No, Admetus was actually surprised the tom didn't recognize him, either by his appearance or by his voice. While he was vaguely known as the rowdy son of Macavity by the Jellicles, and really only be Deuteronomy's family, because the old tom seemed to think family was important. And he was known through his own tribe, he was still overshadowed by his fathers almighty shadow. The slums were his true homebase, and he had made quite a name for himself in them. There were advantages to going by unseen however, so he took it as a compliment that there were still cats in the poor sections of the city that had no clue who he was.

His eyes briefly left the orange tabby as the white queen came over to him and looped one of her arms through his. It'd make fighting the orange tabby that much harder, but Admetus adapted to changes. Instead of looking surprised by her actions, or tensing up because of them. He had wrapped an arm around her as if they'd been dating for months and it was the most comfortable thing in his life. "Hey luv. Sorry I was late." He gestured at the orange tabby. "Did this neanderthal bother ya, pet?" His attention was pulled away when said neanderthal gasped out in frustration.

"The fuck!? I'm right here!" He threw a punch at Admetus' face, no longer able to contain his anger. Admetus had been expecting the punch before then, so reached out and blocked the punch before the idiot hit Victoria or himself. He kicked hard at one of the orange tom's shin while simultaneously twisting the arm he had used to try and punch him [Admetus] behind the orange tom. He used the unbalanced leverage to slam the orange tabby's striped face onto the wooden counter. Three times.

The first two hits, he had still been struggling to retaliate. But the third and last smash into the counter had caused the fight to drain right out of the orange tom. "Maybe you'll take my girls advice and have one of the back alley whores lick your wounds." Admetus' grip on the orange tabby's arm loosened, and then he let go altogether when he felt the tom wasn't about to fly at him or at Victoria again.

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Feeding the Fire (OPEN) Jan 16, 2016 4:56:17 GMT

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VICTORIA • Elle Fanning • Jellicle

Victoria was surprisingly pleased that Admetus played along. She instinctually pressed her figure against his, nuzzling her cheek against his chest with a trill of a purr. It was hard not to get excited over the sturdy form of a tom, especially one as easy on the eyes as him, and it didn’t hurt that he seemed to have the fire she found delectably enticing.

”Just a little, baby.” She pouted her lowlier lip, easily falling into the category of “dependent girlfriend” as she blinked up at Admetus. She squeaked in alarm however as the orange tabby threw the punch, and jumped back as the altercation took place. While she didn’t think the handsome stranger would allow her to get hit, she still wasn’t going to chance a black eye or bloodied lip. Hell, her uncle would swarm her with body guards if she came home with a scratch on her.

She watched with open fascination as Admetus practically made the orange tabby, for a lack of better words, his bitch, and planted herself against his side once she knew the tabby wasn’t going to attempt another swing. Her fingers curled around the rust and silver tom’s bicep and smiled, green eyes emitting something akin to pity as she watched the orange tom pinch his bloodied nose.

”Told you you couldn’t afford me…” Then again…she wasn’t for sale. Back alley’s weren’t her taste. Rebellious or not, Victoria still had standards, and she wasn’t about to spread her legs for gritty pocket change and a half-assed martini.

Turning to face Admetus, she stood up on her tip-toes, lips lightly grazing against his ear. ”Buy me a drink?” It wasn’t so much a question as it was a hint. With the tabby still sitting at the bar, she figured that keeping the act up was a smart idea - not to mention she had every intention to properly thank the stud for defending her honor.

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Feeding the Fire (OPEN) Jan 16, 2016 16:16:51 GMT

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He wasn't all that surprised when the orange tom sagged back into his chair, instead of going off to the back alleys. But if he put any sort of wager, he'd bet the tom would be heading back there the moment everyone in the bar forgot he existed. However, now that the tom was defeated and better yet knew that he'd not last in a real fight between them, he was able to give the white beauty is full attention. Right where it should have been all along. Had it not been for that drivel of a tom.

Admetus smirked as he slid his arm around the figure that was pressing against his body. He hadn't gotten angry, which was a good thing. One because the tom hadn't been worth his time to get angry at, and two, a decade of exploring his darker impulses had given him pretty decent control over them. And his mystical powers. So he smoothly curved his paw around her waist and placed it gently above her hip. His smirk relaxed into something more friendly when she brought her lips to his ear.

He didn't respond out loud, only leaned back like the two were sharing a secret. "Sure thing, pet. What's your poison?" He had whispered back, his lips brushing against her own ear. Admetus then looked over to the Barista and nodded to get their attention. He was currently busy, but Admetus knew he'd get to them pretty soon. In the meantime, he led Victoria back to her seat to grab the forgotten plate of chicken still sitting there. Surprisingly, no one had stolen it during their altercation with the orange tom.

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Feeding the Fire (OPEN) Jan 21, 2016 19:14:10 GMT

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VICTORIA • Elle Fanning • Jellicle

Grinning seductively, Victoria shook her now empty cup, listening to the slightly melted ice cubes “clink” against the glass. ”White Russian. Extra Kahlua, if you will.” She wasn’t typically a heavy drinker, but if a handsome stranger agreed to buy her a drink, she wasn’t about to pass it up. The confrontation caused by the orange tabby had caused her adrenaline to rush and her senses to heighten. Now that things had settled again, she could feel the alcohol warm her chest, and she could tell that her cheeks were most likely a bright shade of pink. If she had any more to drink then what the tom was bringing her, she might admit to a buzz.

Victoria moved to occupy the nearest available booth, which to her satisfaction, happened to be in the corner with only a single candle to break up the darkness. Settling into the booth with her back to the door, Victoria focused her attention on Admetus, watching him with a smirk as he ordered her drink and picked up the chicken. She had practically forgotten about the food she had ordered. She wasn’t really all that hungry anymore, but she figured it would be smart to nibble at the chicken if she was going to continue to drink.

She leaned against the table top as he finally made his way over, resting her chin against her hand while her eyes scanned him over. ”I would apologize for staring, but I’ve never been the type to apologize for something I don’t regret.”

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Feeding the Fire (OPEN) Jan 28, 2016 3:04:11 GMT

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Admetus smirked to himself once he heard what drink she wanted. He turned and tilted his head to watch as she walked away from him and to the nearest booth. She seemed like a strong capable queen, who knew what she wanted and what she liked and wouldn't settle for less. And she had a great body. He pursed his lips as he let himself admire her shape and the slight sway to her hips as she walked.

What she was doing mingling with low lives and scum that normally occupied these types of bars...(and yes he did clump himself with the mix...depending on what day it was), was something he was liable to never figure out. The silver and rust tabby turned back around as soon as the Barista was done with their other orders. "White Russian with extra Kahlua...and I'll just have a glass of whiskey."

Admetus wasn't picky, and was always willing to try new alcoholic drinks. But he wasn't going to ruin a relatively nice evening with the white queen. Soon the barista returned with the drinks and Admetus spun around and walked over to where Victoria sat down. He placed her drink down in front of her and then sat opposite to her in the booth with his own drink in his paw. He took a small swig, amused by her staring. "Least it's mutual, pet."

Taking in another long swallow of his whiskey, he then put his glass down, comforted by the burn down his throat and in his chest. Feeling it so often when he accessed his powers, it had grown use to the sensation. He gazed at her intensely, his lips in a soft curve of a smile. "So what brings a class act down here?" It was simple curiosity and it found he really wanted to know why a queen such as herself would be slumming it.

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Feeding the Fire (OPEN) Jan 29, 2016 4:16:22 GMT

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VICTORIA • Elle Fanning • Jellicle

”Good,” she said, raising her glass to “cheers” him and taking a quick sip of the thick, white liquid. ”Yet another thing we have in common.” It was one lesson from her uncle that she took to heart. He had told her that there were three kinds of people: those who apologized for everything, those who apologized for nothing, and those who had dignity enough to tell the difference. She was to never be one of the first two - she was raised to be both humble and strong willed.

Though Victoria leaned towards the latter…

Turning her glass in her fingers, Victoria peered past her eyelashes at Admetus and smiled as if she was up to no good. ”Oh, well, you know…there are only so many tea parties and debutant balls a girl can take.” And boy had she had her fair share of them. Bustopher enjoyed flaunting her about, and heavy side knows while she loved attention, the upper class was undeniably boring.

”Besides, I needed a change in scenery. A little excitement does a girl good.” Victoria’s smile only widened, and with a wink, she took another swig of her drink - long and hard. She stopped before she downed the drink completely, and ran her fingers over her mouth to clear away any of the drink still left on her lips.

”What about you? Are you a regular?”

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Feeding the Fire (OPEN) Feb 15, 2016 5:32:44 GMT

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Admetus smirked, clearly up to no good either. But hey, he didn't mind her staring and if she felt the same way, then he'd oblige her. Admetus had met so many birds who wanted men to stare at them and then got offended and walked away in a huff when a bloke did take the time to stare. Being with Victoria was definitely a refreshing change for once. He made an affirming noise. While he hadn't been to any debutant balls, that he knew of. And he was pretty sure he'd never crashed any for kicks. Though that did seem like him. He understood running from responsibility. The need to be free.

He started running from the warehouse and all the baggage and responsibilities placed upon his shoulders since he was a teenager. And he hadn't stopped. He felt more free then ever. "Been there." He replied ominously, letting her decide to take that however she wanted. "No better place for excitement then the slums." Admetus concurred watching Victoria play with her glass. He took another swallow from his own before raising an eyebrow up at Victoria. "Depends on who you ask. But yeah. I'd consider myself a regular of the slums." He did cock his head to the side. "What's your name? Or do you enjoy being called pet?"

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Feeding the Fire (OPEN) Feb 17, 2016 20:59:20 GMT

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Post by Cayran on Feb 17, 2016 20:59:20 GMT

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VICTORIA • Elle Fanning • Jellicle

Smiling, Victoria nodded her head to show that she agreed with him. The slums were most definitely exciting. There was nothing like the thrill of danger.

”My name is Victoria, though, I could get used to being called pet, especially coming from you.” A finger traced over the rim of her glass slowly as green eyes looked at him as if he was the most delectable treat she had ever laid eyes on. Victoria honestly didn’t know what had come over her. Flirting wasn’t anything new, but to be so open and obvious wasn’t a typical trait of hers. Victoria was normally coy in her flirting…maybe it was the alcohol. She was feeling a bit warm, after all.

She leaned forward slightly, tucking one leg underneath the other. ”And what is your name? Or would you rather me call you by a pet name as well?” For some reason, she felt as if she should know him. Maybe he had one of those faces, or maybe she was just imagining things, but he did seem to draw the eye, and not just hers. Everyone’s eyes seem to shift their way periodically. She’d like to think it was just because of their good looks, but she had a feeling it went much deeper than that.

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Feeding the Fire (OPEN) Mar 11, 2016 5:11:55 GMT

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Admetus smirked at her flirtatious and aggressive behavior. He was use to seeing other queens behave that way in and around the slums. However, he rarely was on the receiving end of it, his fire, violence...the fight was the only thing that mattered. And the few times queens had braved him enough to flirt with him, Admetus had always turned them down. It amused him for a time, but none of them had really captured his attention and fancy.

This white queen, Victoria, was different. Victoria. Admetus tilted his head to the side, as he studied the queen more intensely. "Ya wouldn't happen to be the Victoria from the junkyard? The one related to Mistoffelees." Though now that he asked and it was out in the open, he was pretty sure she was the treasured dancer from the Jellicle Tribe. She had the right to deny it, he wouldn't care. The slums were a good place to be someone else, he did it enough.

"You can call me anything you like. But most who know me call me Admetus." He spoke his name like it shouldn't matter. But if she was who he thought he was, then he was aware she'd probably know of him. As most jellicles knew of "The Napolean of Crime's Wild Child." He wasn't sure how accurate that was, but he thought it was fascinating.

Admetus was also distinctly aware that the feel of the atmosphere in the bar had drastically changed, or it at least felt like it. He didn't think all of them knew of him, but he had beaten a lot of the toms in brawls that were now currently drinking at tables. Taking another swig, Admetus gave Victoria an interested look. He did have another reason, he wanted to confirm his identity hadn't turned her off.

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Feeding the Fire (OPEN) Mar 16, 2016 15:38:02 GMT

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VICTORIA • Elle Fanning • Jellicle

Victoria's eyebrows rose slightly as her smiled turned into more of an amused smirk. ”I am, why? Has my brother blown something of yours up? He has a tendency to do that, you know.” She wouldn’t make excuses for her brother, but, at the same time, she wasn’t going to criticize his “handy work.” Misto was about as tamable and refined as she was, which meant they were going to be the death of their uncle someday.

She comfortably rocked back in her chair, hands folded against the surface of the table. A lazy smile was now occupying her pink and slightly flushed lips, and her green eyes were captivated by his face, and how he seemingly figured out who exactly she was. It made her wonder how he knew so much about her. Was she that recognizable? Was that a good thing…or bad?

Though, as soon as he gave her his name, Victoria grew still and the smile faded from her face. She stared at him for a moment as if she had heard wrong, but she was quite convinced that she hadn’t. This was Macavity’s son, better yet, Macavity’s heir. Everything her uncle and tribe had told her should have made her want to get up from the table and leave; however, she suddenly found herself intrigued. Who’d have thought she’d be sharing drinks with the hench’s golden boy? Victoria was oddly turned on. She proceeded to lean forward as if trying to keep a secret between the two of them, and she smiled again, hand reaching across the table to run a finger across his knuckles.

”Admetus… I know who you are.” Victoria was leaned far enough for her butt to now be out of the chair, her white tail fluttering behind her. ” I found you interesting before, but damn if I just didn’t hit the jack pot.”

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Feeding the Fire (OPEN) Mar 30, 2016 19:09:43 GMT

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His upper lip turned upward into a smirk. "Hardly." Though he set enough of his own things as well as other things on fire. Enough that he could probably blame it on Mistoffelees, and the tom (from what he heard on the streets) was arrogant enough to take credit for it. Though that was the reputation, Admetus hadn't tested it out yet. "He's just well known on the streets. He talks about you as well. Though you pet, you have a bit of a reputation yourself." He purred softly, both intrigued and captivated by the beauty.

He knew his dad wanted information on Mistoffelees, and he was handed a golden opportunity here. However, he was more interested in her then her brother. No matter what he learned of Mistoffelees, his old man would simply use Victoria, or anyone else Mistoffelees was related to as a means to get to the young magician. Admetus wasn't sure he wanted to put Victoria in danger. She seemed like the type of queen who liked to flirt with danger. But actually being in harms way was another thing altogether.

He gave her a pleased look, and let his gaze drift down briefly when she traced his knuckles with one of her slender fingers. Instead of letting her get away, he curled a couple of his own fingers around hers. "That's sweet, luv. Though I'm the lucky one. Most either run for the nearest exit or start kissing my ass when they learn who I am. This..." He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed the back of it. "I like this better."

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Feeding the Fire (OPEN) Apr 7, 2016 21:07:16 GMT

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"Ihave a reputation, you say?”

[/b] she placed a hand against her chest, pretending to be somewhat flabbergasted. ”And here I thought I could never outshine my brother.” Victoria smiled, dropping her hand back to the table, though not before pushing her smoothed bangs away from her eyes. ”I can’t recall having ever done anything to capture the Hidden Paw’s attention, but I am rather intrigued as to what he thinks I’ve done…or am.” She didn’t know whether she should be honored or nervous to have Macavity know of her. Then again, if he was half the tom everyone made him out to be, he probably knew everyone in the Jellicle tribe.

Victoria’s eyes followed their conjoined hands as he led hers towards his lips. The faint brush of his lips against her knuckles sent goosebumps down her arm, and the while queen had to stop herself from visibly shivering. His affect on her was enticing to say the least, and she didn’t quite know what to make of it.

”I don’t plan on running; however, as for kissing your ass…that I could make an exception for, and I don’t mean graveling.” He was a big boy – he’d catch her drift. Victoria smiled suggestively, though hopefully he knew she wouldn’t be that easy to bed. She’d probably end up sleeping with him if that was what he wanted, but she’d prefer to play a little game of “cat and mouse” just to make things interesting. Still, the night was young…very young.

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