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1 through F › Forever Knight
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
52
Views:
2,481
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8
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Temptations
9. Temptations
Kathryn was surprised how easily she settled into the new arrangement. His collection was unbelievable and she always got more accomplished than she thought she would. When he returned they usually spent time in conversation about what she had read. The meaning she took from it, and how she related it to other sources. He had very distinct views on history and always challenged her even if he agreed with her conclusions in theory.
He also forced her to rethink some things from time to time. She could accept that she was wrong, and was glad that he pointed it out. What was hard for her was realizing the number of small errors she had made in the previous books. Since they all built on each other she was probably going to have to decide if she going to rewrite history so to speak, or if she was going to continue on with the errors. She was almost certain that continuity would win. Facts would look like errors at this stage of the game and if she hadn't been called on them yet by someone she wasn't likely to be. Still, she found herself taking notes as he spoke, especially if he referenced a book or source. She got the feeling that he enjoyed these discussions as much as she did. He made her wonder sometimes though, there were events and periods that he talked about as if he was there. Kathryn told herself that he had read extensively and had a gift for description.
After the serious conversation was winding down he always pulled her close and their discussions would take on a lighter, more personal tone. Kathryn found that she longed for the contact, longed for the feeling of his mouth on hers and his pleasantly cool hands on her skin, in spite of all that desire though she would still tense and when she did he would back off. It surprised her a little bit. She may not have been out much but she wasn't completely hidden from humanity. She had expected some reproach; some sign of frustration, but there was none. She was grateful, and she never hesitated to curl up with him when he invited her, but it was a curious thing.
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LaCroix was pleased with how easily she had settled into a routine and he found that he looked forward to her presence. She wasn't flustered by his challenges to her stances on what she had read and while she was sometimes wrong it was usually because she had read and used less than accurate information to draw her conclusions. She was eager to learn from him and while he found himself wanting to tell her a great many things he was scrupulously careful to stick to what he could easily reference in books. She had an affect on him though, more than once he found himself embroidering bare fact with memory. Luckily he had caught himself before getting too far away from the narrow path he had set for himself.
He was also scrupulously careful about being well-sated before pulling her close. Her soft little quivers and hesitant touches made him almost ache for her. He liked the way she yielded to him and he wondered if he pressed her just a bit harder if she would surrender completely. His needs were met, as they always had been, but he was starting to see the very distinct difference between need and desire. He desired to take his release from her body, to taste the blood that had been teasing him with its sweet scent, to feel her against him without the encumbrance of clothing. He was sure that he would have all of those things; it was just a question of timing.
It was nearly two and a half weeks after she started working there when he returned to find her head down on the table. He stopped in the doorway and listened carefully to her breathing and realized she was asleep. It was somewhat later than usual and she had mentioned having some errands to do that day before her class. He toyed with waking her but settled on another course, perhaps it was less than elegant but it was entirely too tempting.
Kathryn was surprised how easily she settled into the new arrangement. His collection was unbelievable and she always got more accomplished than she thought she would. When he returned they usually spent time in conversation about what she had read. The meaning she took from it, and how she related it to other sources. He had very distinct views on history and always challenged her even if he agreed with her conclusions in theory.
He also forced her to rethink some things from time to time. She could accept that she was wrong, and was glad that he pointed it out. What was hard for her was realizing the number of small errors she had made in the previous books. Since they all built on each other she was probably going to have to decide if she going to rewrite history so to speak, or if she was going to continue on with the errors. She was almost certain that continuity would win. Facts would look like errors at this stage of the game and if she hadn't been called on them yet by someone she wasn't likely to be. Still, she found herself taking notes as he spoke, especially if he referenced a book or source. She got the feeling that he enjoyed these discussions as much as she did. He made her wonder sometimes though, there were events and periods that he talked about as if he was there. Kathryn told herself that he had read extensively and had a gift for description.
After the serious conversation was winding down he always pulled her close and their discussions would take on a lighter, more personal tone. Kathryn found that she longed for the contact, longed for the feeling of his mouth on hers and his pleasantly cool hands on her skin, in spite of all that desire though she would still tense and when she did he would back off. It surprised her a little bit. She may not have been out much but she wasn't completely hidden from humanity. She had expected some reproach; some sign of frustration, but there was none. She was grateful, and she never hesitated to curl up with him when he invited her, but it was a curious thing.
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LaCroix was pleased with how easily she had settled into a routine and he found that he looked forward to her presence. She wasn't flustered by his challenges to her stances on what she had read and while she was sometimes wrong it was usually because she had read and used less than accurate information to draw her conclusions. She was eager to learn from him and while he found himself wanting to tell her a great many things he was scrupulously careful to stick to what he could easily reference in books. She had an affect on him though, more than once he found himself embroidering bare fact with memory. Luckily he had caught himself before getting too far away from the narrow path he had set for himself.
He was also scrupulously careful about being well-sated before pulling her close. Her soft little quivers and hesitant touches made him almost ache for her. He liked the way she yielded to him and he wondered if he pressed her just a bit harder if she would surrender completely. His needs were met, as they always had been, but he was starting to see the very distinct difference between need and desire. He desired to take his release from her body, to taste the blood that had been teasing him with its sweet scent, to feel her against him without the encumbrance of clothing. He was sure that he would have all of those things; it was just a question of timing.
It was nearly two and a half weeks after she started working there when he returned to find her head down on the table. He stopped in the doorway and listened carefully to her breathing and realized she was asleep. It was somewhat later than usual and she had mentioned having some errands to do that day before her class. He toyed with waking her but settled on another course, perhaps it was less than elegant but it was entirely too tempting.