Post by Shhasow on Apr 23, 2013 22:13:42 GMT 10
Title: The Lengths To Which George Will Go (#1)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 670
Pairing: G/R
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: The lengths George will go through to spy on Roger... Warnings for cross-dressing... Let's kick this round off, shall we?
Regarding Court events and balls, Roger was of two minds. They were a frivolous waste of an evening, yes, but with his dashing good looks and familial connections, well, there was never a lack of feminine company. If one had to lose an evening (and hopefully night) of productivity, such things were a pleasant way to lose them.
His blue eyes glanced around the crowded room. He sneered inwardly at the flurry of flounces around his cousin as the boy held a miniature Court of his lackeys and hanger-ons. Sadly, a Prince was a better catch than a Duke. Roger took no small amount of pleasure from the fact that the boy's red-haired squire appeared particularly uncomfortable under the attention of women years older who were each a head taller than him. How he loathed that boy. Seemingly insignificant, yet so disruptive to his plans. Roger would take care of Squire Alan, that was certain. He just needed to be more patient. Plans would fall into place, and the boy would be the first to fall.
Absorbed in his thoughts, Roger didn't notice the presence at his side until a low-pitched voice cleared its throat. He turned to see a tall woman with flowing blonde hair - his favorite - and large breasts - definitely his favorite - covered by a surprisingly demure gown.
"Hello there, my dear," Roger said smoothly as he took her hand and bowed over it. He kissed the back of it and smirked as he felt the woman shiver. "I apologize for my inattentiveness. How could I have overlooked such beauty in front of me?"
The woman purred under his gaze. "Such a flaw, your Grace. I'm not sure that I can overlook it. You shall have to earn my forgiveness."
"And just how shall I do that?" He asked smoothly. " What can a man such as myself do for a woman who has everything?"
She gaze at him with hooded eyes. "I'm sure you can think of something."
Roger watched her walk away, heat in his eyes. Such a temptress... He had to have her.
George fought the urge to fidget as he strolled away from the Duke, twitching his hips side to side. He wished that he could step outside for just a moment to adjust his corset and fake breasts, but he couldn't, not while Roger was hooked. A man like him needed just a tease to be enthralled. A predator liked to be on the chase, after all.
He paused by a young man and engaged him in a flirty conversation. The man was a plant, of course, one of his very handy and inventive rogues with a penchant for disguise and for losing his Lower City slang on command. George placed a hand on the man's shoulder, and sure enough, the Duke soon swept by, a glass of wine in his hand.
"You must be thirsty," Roger said, offering the drink.
George smiled softly. "A servant could quench my thirst, if that is what I desired. However," he stepped closer and laid a gentle hand on his arm, "that is not what I want." And George sauntered away again, feeling the heat of Roger's gaze on his back.
The Rogue walked up to another of his plants. "He is still watching me?" He asked, stepping close to the man.
"He hasn't let you leave his sight, George." The rogue grinned. "I must say, you look absolutely fetching."
"Do not call me that," George hissed through a smile. "If you must call me something, use my alias. You never know who is listening."
"My deepest apologies, ah, Anna."
"Mess up again, and this is the last time I bring you," George warned.
The other rogue bowed hastily, then looked over George's shoulder. "He is coming back, Anna."
"Then that is my cue to leave. Same thing, three days from now."
"Yes, I will be here, my ... Anna."
"Watch it, you," George muttered as he made a quick escape from the room.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 670
Pairing: G/R
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: The lengths George will go through to spy on Roger... Warnings for cross-dressing... Let's kick this round off, shall we?
Regarding Court events and balls, Roger was of two minds. They were a frivolous waste of an evening, yes, but with his dashing good looks and familial connections, well, there was never a lack of feminine company. If one had to lose an evening (and hopefully night) of productivity, such things were a pleasant way to lose them.
His blue eyes glanced around the crowded room. He sneered inwardly at the flurry of flounces around his cousin as the boy held a miniature Court of his lackeys and hanger-ons. Sadly, a Prince was a better catch than a Duke. Roger took no small amount of pleasure from the fact that the boy's red-haired squire appeared particularly uncomfortable under the attention of women years older who were each a head taller than him. How he loathed that boy. Seemingly insignificant, yet so disruptive to his plans. Roger would take care of Squire Alan, that was certain. He just needed to be more patient. Plans would fall into place, and the boy would be the first to fall.
Absorbed in his thoughts, Roger didn't notice the presence at his side until a low-pitched voice cleared its throat. He turned to see a tall woman with flowing blonde hair - his favorite - and large breasts - definitely his favorite - covered by a surprisingly demure gown.
"Hello there, my dear," Roger said smoothly as he took her hand and bowed over it. He kissed the back of it and smirked as he felt the woman shiver. "I apologize for my inattentiveness. How could I have overlooked such beauty in front of me?"
The woman purred under his gaze. "Such a flaw, your Grace. I'm not sure that I can overlook it. You shall have to earn my forgiveness."
"And just how shall I do that?" He asked smoothly. " What can a man such as myself do for a woman who has everything?"
She gaze at him with hooded eyes. "I'm sure you can think of something."
Roger watched her walk away, heat in his eyes. Such a temptress... He had to have her.
George fought the urge to fidget as he strolled away from the Duke, twitching his hips side to side. He wished that he could step outside for just a moment to adjust his corset and fake breasts, but he couldn't, not while Roger was hooked. A man like him needed just a tease to be enthralled. A predator liked to be on the chase, after all.
He paused by a young man and engaged him in a flirty conversation. The man was a plant, of course, one of his very handy and inventive rogues with a penchant for disguise and for losing his Lower City slang on command. George placed a hand on the man's shoulder, and sure enough, the Duke soon swept by, a glass of wine in his hand.
"You must be thirsty," Roger said, offering the drink.
George smiled softly. "A servant could quench my thirst, if that is what I desired. However," he stepped closer and laid a gentle hand on his arm, "that is not what I want." And George sauntered away again, feeling the heat of Roger's gaze on his back.
The Rogue walked up to another of his plants. "He is still watching me?" He asked, stepping close to the man.
"He hasn't let you leave his sight, George." The rogue grinned. "I must say, you look absolutely fetching."
"Do not call me that," George hissed through a smile. "If you must call me something, use my alias. You never know who is listening."
"My deepest apologies, ah, Anna."
"Mess up again, and this is the last time I bring you," George warned.
The other rogue bowed hastily, then looked over George's shoulder. "He is coming back, Anna."
"Then that is my cue to leave. Same thing, three days from now."
"Yes, I will be here, my ... Anna."
"Watch it, you," George muttered as he made a quick escape from the room.