The Lyon and his Lioness (DigitalSiren x Vinaein)

[Bunny]

I mustn't allow them to know the real me. Christina felt like a doe walking willingly into a den of wolves. She had only been in England for a month, most of that time sequestered in her great aunt's home, her aunt not wanting anyone to see her before the new season began. During that month, her aunt had begrudgingly fashioned her with dresses for the season to come. Christina had not wished to put her great aunt out, but the woman, who was known to all the ton as a woman with a cold, bitter and ugly heart wouldn't hear of it. It was not out of the kindness of her heart that the old woman insisted on the dresses, no, her eyes lay elsewhere.

"Stop fidgeting girl!" The raspy, sharp voice of Lady Rosaline bit through the darkness of the carriage and Christina stopped her fidgeting at once, "Yes Ma'am," her sweet voice came from the dark. Christina hated carriages, the close walls, the thin planes of glass and most of all, the sickly sweet scent of her aunt's perfume. Though, Christina would never tell the old woman this. In fact, despite the somewhat cruel nature of her aunt and her barbed remarks, Christina never said a word against her, answering always in her sweet tone, bending to the woman's every demand.

The rocking of the carriage came to a stop and the door was pulled open by the footman. Fresh, cool air brushed her cheeks and Christina waited for her aunt to exit the carriage first before putting a small, silk gloved hand into that of the footman's. Christina wanted nothing more than to gulp the fresh air greedily, but that wouldn't become a lady of good breeding. Even here, outside the house before them, she could feel eyes on her. This would be her third party of the season and it seemed that people flocked to her. She was kind, polite and the very essence of beauty, at least that was what she'd either been told or overheard.

Already the news of her lineage had spread like wildfire across the ton. She was the daughter of a prince! That would make her a princess. No matter how often Christina tried to deny the title of princess, the more it seemed to spread and she found herself tired of trying to explain. Her father had indeed been Prince Lucas, but Christina had never known the man, beyond the letters her mother had left her. Besides, it was rude to correct people. Christina could hear the music before the door before them was gently pulled open, the laughter and hum of conversation only revealed after it's opening. Christina always felt butterflies in her stomach as she entered these parties and the feeling didn't fade till she was once safely back in her rooms.

Entering with Lady Rosaline, she and her guardian began to make the rounds. Rosaline kept a firm grip on her arm, as she steered her niece to those she deemed worthy of meeting her. This however would only last so long before her aunt foisted her off, claiming her bones hurt. Tonight Lord Rugby was the gentleman who led her around the room, making introductions. Lord Rugby was a kind man with warm eyes and a quick smile, Christina had liked him right away. She had grown fond of the way his rich baritone sounded, reminding her of someone from home. "May I say my dear, tonight you are ravishing" A soft chuckle left her and dove grey eyes rose to meet his own chestnut brown, "Thank you sir, you are far too kind." A smile played along her lips.

"Oh my goodness!" Genevieve Lyon gasped, tugging on Michael's arm in a very unladylike way. Her brassy golden locks bouncing with her excitement. "Lyon, the princess is here!" her 'hushed' whisper was anything but, as she pointed towards the woman in question. As if noticing her behavior, Genevieve squeaked and dropped her hand, still looking at the princess. She looked like an angel, everyone was right. Even from a distance, with only her profile in view she could tell of the beauty that had been whispered about for days. Her skin was pale, perhaps a shade brighter than her white dress. Her hair was raven and bound behind her head, with loose, romantic curls tumbling around her face, and over one shoulder.

Lord Rugby had seen Genevieve's reaction and had hid a smile. He had been a good friend of Lyon's father and had known both Michael and Genevieve since birth. He now did business with Michael, who he was shocked to find under the glittering roof of a member of the ton. Rather than question it, he drew Christina away from Lord and Lady Weatherby, Christina bidding them farewell. "I would like you to meet a friend of mine," Lord Rugby told her and she inclined her head, "I would love to." Patting her arm in a fatherly fashion, Lord Ruby led her before Genevieve and Michael Lyon. "May I introduce Princess Christina," Christina's head inclined, a curl slipping over her shoulder, brushing her collarbone. "This is Michael Lyon, Marquess of Lyonwood and his lovely sister, new to the ton this season as well, Genevieve" Her eyes moved to Genevieve first, a smile curling along her pale pink lips.

Christina truly was a beauty, despite her own misgivings on the subject. Her black hair was so dark it reflected the light odd it in blues and purples, like a raven's wing. It only made her pale skin seem paler, like alabaster had been breathed to life. Her pale lips were naturally a pale, rose petal pink, though even tonight they had been darkened a smidge. They tended to curl at the edges as if Christina knew a secret no one else knew. Her eyes were the palest of grey, soft and warm, shrouded by thick heavy lashes. Delicate bone structure and petite frame made her look like a doll an aristocrat might buy their child from a fancy shop. Her dress was a pale snow white, height of fashion as it rested off her shoulders, leaving them bare. It was unadorned until it reached halfway down her skirt, where gems had been sewn into it, small starburst like patterns in varying sizes danced around her skirt.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Genevieve," Perhaps Lyon would find it odd, how she didn't seem to have a placeable accent, her voice gentle and soft. Her eyes flickered to Lyon, taking in his dark features, flickering to his scar and then down to his mouth before meeting his eyes once more. Christina inclined her head to him, "It is a pleasure to meet you both." Lord, he is handsome. Christina couldn't help but admire his features and found him to be unreasonably attractive. His scar, only added to her attraction, her eyes flickering to it again. He was a warrior, this lion. No one should be so handsome..

 

[Vinaein]

Michael almost laughed at his lips hovered near to the Princess's. Did he always evade questions? But of course, what spy would he be if he did not? "But of course," he teased gently. "Would you have it any other way?" He added as his lips brushed tenderly to hers. "After all, I thought you wanted someone perhaps...less than manageable?" The bite in his voice was playful now, knowing this dance had reached a new pitch with several new steps.

"But if I abided by your wishes, would that not just be boring? And besides, you seem conflicted upon those wishes...." he grasped at her hand, lacing the fingers as he took in her scent; traces of pepper, hints of lovely roses that reminded him of a garden, flowers swaying delicately within the breeze, bathed in shadow and moonlight. A just a bit of sandalwood. He took in the scent and memorized it, keen senses committing her into his very mind and souls, the hunting lion making a memorial of its prey.

He held her against the wall, his kiss starving and ravenous. To his delight, she was kissing back with a heat that matched his own, his lips against hers, no hint of intrusion upon this secret corridor that was now their world entire. He slid his hand to her shoulder, growing bolder. His respect for her had only increased as the talks had gone on, the sparks of independence and the denial of the knowledge he craved only bringing him to greater intrigue.

He broke the kiss at her neck and his mouth trailed down, lips kissing at the hollow of her neck with gently presses. His fine teeth grazed their and he felt the warmth of her skin, rising and falling with her breath. He trailed a finger across the line of her jaw and lifted his mouth to kiss at her cheek. "Yes...? Wonderful..." he said delicately as he kissed at her neck again. "We can be very discrete," he added, reiterating it. "Nobody will know but us...my own home isn't far..."

 

[Bunny]

His answer seemed to fit him, though Christina didn't understand why he seemed to hold his cards so close. She knew nothing of his profession, she had never asked. Her eyes narrowed, though the look was far from mad, Christina seemed to be enjoying their conversation. "Indeed, and you prove once more, we just wouldn't be a good match" Her nose wrinkled playfully and she smiled. The sweet brush of his mouth against hers made her hmm softly, a happy sound.

"Would it?" Her brows rose, and she smiled. "Only on one aspect really," Christina was only conflicted on one aspect. Her desire for him, it went against the whole reason she was in England. There was something about Michael that spoke to her, in a way that was almost primal. It was more than his handsome face, or his quick wit. Both didn't hurt and had been what had drawn her in, but they alone were not what made her stay.

Her heart raced as Michael's mouth slanted over her own, knees feeling weak. She had forgotten there were others there, there was just Michael and his kisses. The hand that brushed along her bare shoulder made Christina tremble. It wasn't a touch she was used to, the slip of skin along, well any part of her body. His mouth moved to her neck and Christina gasped, the sound delighted as his mouth trailed lower. It felt sinful, for she had travelled to England in the presence of a priest. She knew of sins and the like. However, Christina found it hard to fault the feelings that Michael so easily provoked in her.

A scrape of his teeth drew forth a soft whimper. Michael's assault on her senses made her mind feel fuzzy. Leaning her head into that gentle touch and the kiss. This time when his head lowered, Christina tilted her head, giving him better access to her tender skin. Nodding some, she turned her head, catching his mouth. Christina held nothing back as she kissed him and when she pulled back, her breath came in short pants. "People will see us leave, and I have to say goodbye to our host.." These were things expected, though she didn't wish for anyone to see her eight now.

Her skin felt flushed and her hair was a bit mussed. It was her lips however which gave her away, rosy and swollen from their stolen kisses. Her eyes and breath wouldn't help either. Her grey eyes were like storm clouds and her breathing still came quickly, her excitement far from gone. Her lips brushed against his jaw, and Christina decided to employ his own tricks against him, her teeth scraping at the strong line.

 

[Vinaein]

"Not a good match?" Michael asked as his fingers trailed over her shoulders. He was chuckling, low in her ear. His voice was the growl of a lion, perhaps the one beast on earth whose growl was never borne of rage or fear, never a cry of distress or a call for aid. His laugh was like that roar: a boast, a sound of power and fury, one to warn those about the great king of beasts that they tread on perilous ground if they insisted on a present course. Michael was all that and more. "And who decides that, if not us?"

"Tell me...what aspect is that?" His voice was now the great beast's own growl, the Marquess of Lyonwood nuzzling at her, kissing her as she was against the wall, desiring and wanting her with all he had as his fingers played with her shoulders. "I would love to hear it," he added as he resisted the urge to work his fine teeth against her pale flesh. "I would love to hear it, dear Christina...you must be quite adept at these games yourself. After all, it is female lions who do the hunting."

Michael cared nothing for sin or the protestations of priest. He believed in god of course, but he doubted the Almighty concerned himself with mortal affairs to that extent. It seemed dreary to have a deity to care whom you bedded, did it not? He chuckled at that thought, nuzzling against her, feeling her, her desire mirroring his own. He could not quite explain these hungers, not truly, but Christina delighted him more than any other in the ton.

She offered her neck for him, before she seized his lips with her own, thirsting again for him, before she offered him what he wanted: ""People will see us leave, and I have to say goodbye to our host," she offered, Michael breathing deep in the scent of pepper, rose and Sandalwood while she kissed him. "Is that a yes to my invitation...?" He wanted to hear her say it. "Of course...proprieties..." he felt her teeth scrape at him. and now he growled hungrily, pushing against her while they kissed again.

"We can be very discrete indeed..." he murmured. If she intended to make him burn inside with that, she had succeeded indeed. "but of course...say goodnight. Nobody will question if I leave quickly...and I vow I'll never dishonor your reputation..."

 

[Bunny]

It was mind boggling to Christina how more than touch or kisses, her body reacted to that low, almost growling tone of his voice. Looking at him she smiled, there was an innocence to her next words, "What part of you is manageable?" She didn't want manageable, they both knew it. It explained her playful tone, however it did bear into her choices here. Perhaps, someday she would tell Michael, though more likely she wouldn't be able how to tell him and she would leave, nothing more than a fond memory for him to look back on. Something told her he wouldn't wish to follow her back to the Americas and she had no desire to stay in England longer than needed.

"My name," her answer trembled, his nuzzling and voice making her stumble over her words ever so slightly. Had Christina known he was holding back, she might have demanded that attention he withheld, having found his first nibble delightful. Grey eyes sparkled and she gave a small, feminine growl. "Must I? What leads you to believe such?" She was curious why he thought she would be as good at these games as he was. Not that she minded the compliment in the slightest.

Christina cared none for religion, for it was not hers. Her mind much like Michael's on the matter. No god would care of the small details of man, and to think that anyone but man cared for the sins of man was foolish in her eyes. Besides, if sin felt this good, it was no wonder why people committed them. Some would be worse of course, like murder, but even that, depending on the reason was worthwhile.

She laughed, that same bright sound from before. "I said as much, did I not?" Her tone was playful before she employed her own teeth. His response was delightful and she found herself once more pressed against the wall, his mouth covering hers hungerly. Gasping as he withdrew, she panted softly. Looking up to him, she pointed out the one thing remaining standing in their way. "I was escorted, as is proper. How shall I escape Lord Rugby?" She had already been considering such and nothing she could think of would allow her to escape him. Asking to walk home, would demand her accompany her, wishing to leave, the same.

There was the chance she could go home and leave again, but her aunt was a light sleeper, she would hear the carriage. This also brought up another issue for them to consider. "And what of Genevieve?" Her breathing was slowed and she worried at her lower lip in thought. "You were her chaperone, were you not?" The idea came moments after, "What if I claim I feel unwell and you request he stay with your sister, you were going to have to cut the fete short and regret taking her away so early?"

It would require them to separate, for her to ask before him, his sister and Lord Rugby... The lies were not ones she would relish telling, but this was something Christina wanted for herself. She wasn't prone to selfishness, but this once, she would have what she wished. A night or even nights to remember long after she left these shores.

 

[Vinaein]

Christina looked at him with such innocence, such gentleness to her eyes and asked what part of him was manageable. It nearly brought a bark of laughter from him as he teased her chin with a finger. "Not one single bit of me, my dear Christina. Not one trace of me. Isn't that what entices you so...?" He wondered again about her, about her choices, her reasoning and her goals...it couldn't hurt, he thought, to find out. To devote himself to the pursuit of secrets as surely as he had devoted himself to the pursuit of her.

"Such a lovely name," he whispered at he nibbled against her jawline, to her neck. "And the reasons why should be obvious. You are clever...it's easy to see it, Christina. Clever, intelligent...resourceful, secretive...you;d make a wonderful player of games of intrigue. If, indeed, you are not yet already playing a game that only you and a select few others can see," he added, breathing it into her ear. "You fascinate me a great deal for that. Perhaps the lion is just drawn to the lioness....but some have such a fondness for the predators, do they not?"

He broke the kiss, looking to her as he grinned, feeling the leveling intensity. "Lord Rugby's an old friend. He'll ask no questions..." he said. "Of course, you could simply obtain an invite from my sister. Of course I'd not abandon her...but she's good at mingling. Lord Rugby could easily take care of her as we left...Gene can take well care of herself. She's much stronger than she appears....you could, of course, follow me." It was not that he was unworried, but he knew who to trust near the ton.

Genevieve was indeed resourceful and any threats would have to answer to him in this matter. No, he was not concerned for her. It would not be the first time he slipped off for some reason or another. "I can, of course, allow you to handle Rugby with myself handling dear Genevieve..." Ah, he thought, the effort they were going to for a tryst here!

 

[Bunny]

It was indeed part of what drew her to him, but it was far from the only draw. Rather than answer, Christina smiled at him. Not quite a page out of his book, but an echo of something he might do. She felt no need to explain what exactly drew her to him and something told her that her lack of answer would appeal to him, he seemed to like puzzles.

A sweet sound left her as he nibbled along her jaw and down her neck, "Mmmn~ I have always liked it," The humor was still in her voice even as he complimented her. Intrigue? Interesting. Her eyes shifted to him, taking him in anew. Her smile grew and there was no denying the feline-like spread of her lips, like a cat with cream. So that was the game he believed her to play. She had told him the truth, but he had taken her answer in a broad stroke, rather than at face value. It also explained why he thought it might apply to her games. It was much more simple and the promise of death not as distant as he might think. Then again, what did Christina know of such games of intrigue?

She explained the problems she saw arise and he answered her with surety. "Asking no questions doesn't mean he will have none, Lyon. Nor does it mean he might not speculate. You are the one that says I am on the mind and in the hearts of the Ton, do you really think I have not been missed?" It was a fair question, most of her time was monopolized by other members, wishing to hobnob with royalty. "I doubt at the very least Lord Rugby has not noted my absence and as a friend of your family, yours as well." It felt like an easy connection to make, but she wasn't the old hand at the game like he was.

Smiling, she inclined her head. "If anything like her brother, I have no doubt." She gently pushed at his chest, "Indulge me, please." She leaned up and kissed him, before watching him depart. It was a lot of work for a tryst, he wasn't wrong, but Christina still had a need of the ton and being seen as ruined would perhaps hurt her goals in the end run. It didn't seem as concerning to him, but a stranger to the land, she wanted to be safe, rather than sorry. Waiting until her cheeks no longer felt flush and her breathing was once more under control, she made her way back in.

She came upon him a few minutes later with Lord Rugby and his sister. Her soft smile was offered to Genevieve and then Lord Rugby. "I know we haven't been here long but would it be an imposition to turn in early? I am not feeling well." Lord Rugby was almost immediately the picture of concern. "Of course not, my dear. Let us make our goodbyes and we can get you home." She smiled and nodded.

 

[Vinaein]

Christina's smile was suddenly like gazing into a mirror, a reflection of his own feelings that only compelled him all the more. He still felt drawn to her, all the more as predicting her actions was so difficult. Whenever he thought he had her figured out, Christina introduced what might only be described as a new variable into the mix, which was quite the welcome change, he thought to himself.

"Always liked it, hm...?" He offered playfully. He had ever been fond of things like 'names,' what others gifted them but what they eventually came to suit so well. "It is a lovely one. Very fitting as well. It speaks of intelligence, cleverness, resourcefulness, traits that I am certain you have in abundance. In fact, I've no doubt of it..." he added with a teasing edge to his voice. Michael had been fond of his as well, even if one might have considered 'Lyon' a touch on the nose. But he had come to embody it well, had he not? The 'Lion' of the Court, the Marquess of famed Lyonwood...

And even now, Christina brought up rather valid and logical points, which made him like her all the more. It was not like him to forget all his logic in the arms of another, even one like Christina. He briefly considered that he may have been growing softer now, which made him laugh internally. Silly man, he told himself. Of course there was much to observe, for Christina's sake as well as his own, and for Genevieve's. He could not see any of them humiliated. She was making the proper connections however... "I suppose indeed we should do our best to minimize the amounts of tongues to wag and minds to wander," he murmured with a final kiss to her cheek. He parted from her with a final kiss, pleased to 'indulge' this, as he went to find his sister. Genevieve was talking and laughing with several others, Lord Rugby nearby as Christina offered her health as a reason for departure.

"Genevieve," Michael said after he stole his sister. "I'm afraid the climate isn't agreeing with me tonight...would we be able to depart early?" He gave his sister a questing glance, seeing her face brighten.

"Oh, dear brother, you're pushing yourself too hard! Of course!" She kissed his cheek. "I'll have Lord Rugby escort me back later. You head back early. I promise I shall be safe!"

"I have no doubt." Michael said...and he didn't. Other men knew to keep close eyes on her. He had allies at court. He caught the eye of Christina as he exited the room, waiting by his carriage secretly for sign of her, to depart back to his own accommodations, with the assurance she'd be joining...

 

[Bunny]

Her lips quirked at the edges as he playfully quoted her and then complimented her. "I am happy to live up to it then," her nose wrinkling playfully. Christina feared he might have a higher opinion of her than was deserved, but who was she to question it? She found though, even when not desiring to be kissed or being kissed, she enjoyed his presence. Just talking with Michael made her smile, only added to her budding feelings that went past the initial desire. The dove grey eyes traced his face, as she explained the issues she saw looming before them.

"It would be for the best. When gambling, it would be called hedging the bet?" She was actually unsure as she had never once gambled, but she had watched the sailors gamble on the long ship ride. One had even been kind enough to explain the rules of the game. In fact, while she had never gambled, she had become quite adept at playing Whist. The brush of Lyon's lips against her cheek made her smile, a pleased "Hmm~" leaving Christina as he withdrew.

Their plan unfolding she looked to Michael and then Lord Rugby, "I would hate for Genevieve to miss out on the party," she paused, taking Michael in, appraising him for a moment. "I can get a carriage back, I will be quite safe." Lore Rugby seemed to consider it for a moment, the idea not sitting well with him, but he knew she spoke the truth. She would just be heading home after all. "Very well." Michael left, and Christina turned to Genevieve. "Till tomorrow? For tea?" Genevieve nodded and embraced Christina, causing her to chuckle softly.

It would take her ten minutes to say her goodbyes and make her way outside. Catching sight of him by his carriage, Christina headed towards him. She wasn't thrilled about the idea of sitting inside a carriage, but it would be a short ride. Another bright side, it wouldn't reek of her Aunt's perfume, which was cloyingly floral. "Don't forget, I am meant to come for tea tomorrow." It would take some work, but Christina had no desire to leave him until the morning. She could only hope Michael felt the same. "But, I am beginning to learn you like a challenge." Smiling, her teeth flashed in the darkness.

 

[Vinaein]

Michael hadn't found many who could match him for wit or dialogue. Christina was an exception-a fascinating, bewitching exception. Her mystery had only deepened, the notion that she was hiding something compelling him all the more. He resisted the urge to kiss her again or drown within her charms. Instead he studied her, all while he enjoyed being in her presence, gazing at her and seeing her smile back at him. "And what..." he began,

"Would such a charming princess as you know of gambling...?" She was accurate about the terminology at least. "There is also playing the hand you are dealt. Or, as I understand from some friends overseas and their games, when to 'fold' as it goes," he added with a grin. "Of course, it's better to only gamble when you know the odds are in your favor. Case in point for both of us." Their desire for one another was transparent now, of course....and he ensured that with the final kiss.

Genevieve had wrapped her slender arms about Christina, beaming at the discovery of a new friend. "And please, we must do more than tea!" she said. "Please come over anytime you wish, for lunch, dinner...Michael is a wonderful cook as well and it can be so lonely at our own local holdings, moreso than Lynwood! Do you like animals, we do keep some..." she giggled softly. "Oh, listen to me prattle on, you must wish to see yourself off!" She stepped close to Lord Rugby, beaming at her brother delightedly.

Michael simply hedged his own time, waiting clandestinely outside by the coach, with a man driving, who would ask no questions. "Tea with Genevieve might well be a challenge," the Marquess said as he helped her into the carriage, joining her there in a space to capture the sandalwood and pepper scent, his hand playing against her wrist delicately. "It'll be simple, though. We can say you arrived quite early and who's to argue...?" He leaned in and brushed his mouth against her throat.

 

[Bunny]

"There is that word again," She reminded him, though her lips held no pout. "I know a bit, though... Not enough to survive the sharks," Her voice held laughter and she lifted the brows. "Oh? Is that what we are doing?" The innocence in her voice as she laid her hand back against his chest. "Are the odds in your favor Michael?" Christina spoke as if not to him, but musing. While she might play with him, they both knew where they stood. The desire that burned between them was undeniable. It was only proved as he stole a kiss from her lips and she leaned up to meet him, the pair lingering till he broke it off and headed back into the party.

Pulled close to Genevieve, Christina smiled at her. "I will have to keep that in mind, I wouldn't wish to impose." Though if the night did nothing to sate their appetites, they would likely see one another again. Genevieve offered a convenient excuse, though Christina would never use the eager young woman for just access to Lyon. She enjoyed her bright, bubbly nature. Shaking her head, she took Genevieve's hand in her own giving it a gentle squeeze. "I could never be bothered by talking with you. I would love to see the animals." The smile on her lips was genuine. "But I will see you tomorrow," Her lips brushed Genevieve's and she made her way to her hosts.

The cool air felt delightful on her warmed skin as she made her way to Michael. "Here I thought you liked a challenge," taking his hand she slipped into the carriage. It was like a cell, in reality and Christina closed her eyes for a moment, until she didn't feel so trapped. The fingers that played along her wrist helped. In the darkness of the carriage, Christina opened her eyes. "In the same gown from the night before?" There was something entertaining about throwing up the roadblocks that her Lyon seemed too distracted to see.

His lips brushed along her neck and Christina tilted her head slightly, as she had done before, giving him access to the delicate line of her neck. "If by some chance she didn't notice, my Aunt would and so would anyone who was at the party." She knew this to be true, for when she had mentioned to her aunt she could re-wear dresses and the slight she had not understood she had delivered. The rocking of the carriage made her eyes close again. This wasn't something she wanted anyone to know bothered her. The small enclosed space.

 

[Vinaein]

"The odds," Michael returned as he guided his arm about her a final time, "are ever in the favor of those who make them. Those who dare are those who win. And you, Christina, quite seem a winner as well." He had not expected to find one so well suited to him, one who could match him in looks and glances, in gestures and intellect, in determination and passions. She had her secrets, this was fine, he had his as well...

Genevieve for her part looked delighted, pulling Christina close and kissing her cheeks. "Please, any time you wish!" she said, her voice a lilting sparrow's chirp, eyes aglow with joy. "I would love to show you! You might even visit our ancestral home, Lyonwood is such a friendly and inviting place!" She seemed delighted at her association with such a famous figure in the ton now, to find her such a delightful, reassuring individual. "Tomorrow indeed!" She said happily, squeezing Christina's shoulder and then her hand before letting her go.

"I like a challenge," Michael said as Christina' hand closed on his, grinning dangerously as he helped her into the carriage. "But I like to win at the end of it," his voice became a soft growl as he climbed in after her. Of course, when Christina presented very logical problems, he couldn't help but chuckle, leaning in to brush her hair away, hovering near her cheek. "And what would your solution be?" He teased.

"Are you well...?" He asked, noticing a trace of discomfort as he kissed her neck. "I hardly have a wish to cause you any trepidation.." He added. "We coul easily find a spare dress. You and Genevieve are nearly the same height, she's forgotten plenty in the wardrobe..." He went up, nuzzling against her, with her scent almost intoxicating now. "To be planned in advance, of course..."

 

[Bunny]

"But I like to win at the end of it," Christina didn't have the heart to tell Michael that this was something he had no chance of winning, not unless a night, or even a few was enough to quench his desires. She would leave, vanish from the upper echelons of London, nothing more than a memory. She didn't really fit in, not really. The Christina they saw only a ghost of who she really was. His fingers brushed her hair back and she could feel the warmth of his breath against her cheek. "Honestly, I am unsure. It is unlikely you will have gowns laying around and I couldn't even borrow something of your sister's." No, Christina was shorter than Genevieve, smaller and more delicate. Genevieve had the body that she imagined was appealing to men; soft and curvy.

His question made her stiffen and she debated how much to tell him. "I don't like enclosed spaces," it was the truth but didn't explain why they made her feel so... trapped. His mouth brushed her neck and she couldn't help but chuckle. "She is taller than me by a few inches and she is..." Christina paused trying to find the correct word. Sometimes, she forgot or struggled to find the right words, "better endowed than I am." She doubted Michael had considered as much, she was his sister after all. Perhaps she could still borrow something. A gown from when she was younger.

His nose nuzzled against her skin, as did his lips and Christina could almost forget the trapped feeling and the way the carriage rocked. Turning her head, her mouth found his. A kiss would distract her. A hand curled against his jacket and her eyes closed, savoring the feel of his mouth against hers. His warm vanilla scent calming her as she nipped his lower lip in demand, her tongue brushing into his mouth as he opened for her.

All thoughts of what could go wrong slipping away as she lost herself in the kiss. A sound, soft and husky left her. A moan of sorts as their tongues danced. The carriage slowed and stopped and Christina knew she should stop, but she wasn't done quite yet. They had been stopped for a moment when she finally broke the kiss, her breathing airy as she looked up at him in the darkness of the carriage.

 

[Vinaein]

Michael was debating how to tell Christina he kept more than just Genevieve's things there. It wasn't the first time he'd had to deal with the issue....her reticence, however, was charming, not just for reluctance and liking a 'chase' but for her intelligence. This princess was thorough, intelligent, analytical. That mind of hers just made him desire her all the more. "We'll find something," he murmured into the crook of her neck. "Fear not, my dear princess...my only wish to is to ensure you enjoy your stay in the ton...and at my own quarters."

"I don't like enclosed spaces," She told him. He understand, for the briefest of moments his hand went to encircle hers and offered a tender squeeze. He was comforting, warm and gentle, caressing her fingers with his own. "You're safe," he told her, compassion seeping into his voice. Not affected or faked, but genuine. He did not want her afraid at all, not any unnecessary distress needed to be had this night. "Keep your eyes on me...me alone...we'll be there soon..." the notion of Genevieve being...'endowed,' however...made him sputter and almost choke, laughing nervously.

"I, um...I had never considered this," he said, losing composure for a moment before he cleared his throat quickly, trying to pass it off as he grinned. The scar on his face was made even more obvious from the light blush before he returned his attentions to her, trying to cover up that brief flush....and then they were kissing again, his hand going behind her head. He leaned in, kissing her slow and hard...and then her tongue found his.

He opened his mouth, sliding his against her as his arms encircled her. He held her close as he drank in her kiss, in her scent and her heat. He kissed her long and slow, tongue within her mouth as his hand brushed her side. He caressed at her through the gown, the kiss breaking as the carriage stopped. His breath came in short and sharp as he whispered. "Let's get you out of this space...my room is this way..." And then he kissed her again, unable to stop himself.

 

[Bunny]

Christina smiled softly at the comment they'd find something, Lyon struck her as unusually resourceful. His breath danced along the nape of her neck and she fought the urge to shiver from the pleasing sensations. "Mmm, is that so?" Amusement colored her words. His playful banter was helping distract her and she was focusing on it rather than the dark walls closing in on her. It wasn't so bad with his scent, rather than her aunts... Inhaling slowly she told him of what was plaguing her and she found her hand taken by him, a tender squeeze causing her eyes to close as he told her she was safe.

Slowly her dark lashes opened and she took in his shadowy features, nodding. Revealing a weakness had not been ideal for the young woman, remembering the words of Grey Fox to not show her enemies her weaknesses, they would exploit them. Yet, she didn't feel like Michael would take advantage of that weakness. He'd shown her feelings rang true with his comfort. Odd as it was, when looking at Lyon that sort of sweetness didn't come to mind right away. Something about that tenderness endeared him to her further. Chuckling at his unease she kissed him.

She had lost herself in that kiss until they parted, her world spiraling down to just them, their kiss and the feeling of his hand along her side. Nodding she laughed as his mouth found hers again. Christina didn't mind the fevered kisses, how could she when they were of the same mind. Losing herself she only pulled back when her body demanded air. "Inside" Her words were airy. Her hand in his, she allowed him to help her from the carriage, leading her up the stairs and into the townhome.

The door looked like any other on the street, something that Christina had found unnerving, so many people living so close when she'd first come to London. Now however, it was far from her mind as her heart raced. While she could still stop this, Christina had no desire to. She wanted this as much as him. No one, not in the Americas or in England had stirred her desires as much, given her a distraction from her goal, one that she allowed herself to indulge in.

Her heart was already being warded against Michael and his charms, his quick mind and wit and his tenderness. Christina knew that he could tempt her off her path, tempt her to stay... She couldn't though and her heart would just be broken. The threat of a broken heart though was not enough to chase her off. She didn't love him yet and with luck, she could keep that distance from Lyon, the pale-skinned warrior; something she had never thought to find on these shores.

 

[Vinaein]

Michael could tell Christina might have been on the verge of trusting him. She was detail-oriented, something he appreciated and admired in equal measure. "What I say is so either is so, or shall be," he murmured into the soft, pale flesh of her throat, kissing there delicately. He had no intention of leaving any marks or embarrassing her. Point in fact, she had nothing but his highest respect, this bewitching princess with the scent of pepper and sandalwood....Christina was fascinating, he thought.

There was much he wanted to ask her, even if he knew she may be reticent to give him what he sought. Perhaps he'd ask, or perhaps not, her secrets could remain her own for the moment. When he helped her out, he beheld the townhouse: it was nothing particularly special at first glance, perfectly serviceable. One might not guess that a marquess and knight dwelled here in the heart of the city...within, the first thing they would notice was the red carpeting, trimmed with gold. The walls were a lovely cream color, the place dark with the gloom of the evening. "Within...?" He asked tenderly as he squeezed her hand again.

It was when the door opened, when they were within and concealed from the world that he gently pressed her against the wall and he kissed her again. Not as hard as before, but with a greater intimacy. "Welcome to our lodgings for while we stay so close..." he murmured, catching her lip before kissing her again. "Thank you for coming over, Christina..." he meant it. He wanted this night with her now, more than he had seemingly wanted anything. "You are safe here...I promise you that..."

 

[Bunny]

He was so confident. It was as appealing as it was maddening. Rather than make her frown, she smiled. It was so Michael, that answer, how could she do anything but smile. They might have not known each other well, but each new discovery did nothing to help her growing attraction move beyond just physical and her initial impressions of him. His strength, his clever, wicked mind and his tenderness. Each piece of the puzzle was as fascinating as the last. There was a moment, in the darkness of the carriage that a thought struck Christina. If she allowed herself, she could fall in love with him. She had already known that on some level, acknowledged that if this became more she might very well break her heart and perhaps even his when she left.

His home was like the others on either side, though Christina knew nothing really of his titles. It wasn't those titles that drew her to him. She'd have liked him just as much without them in fact. Something that she didn't know would be considered quite odd for a young woman of the ton. The only reason she sought to marry within was because it was easier to access for her. Would be respected by her grandfather's solicitors, rather than question her motives... not they'd be wrong to. She was in fact doing the very thing they wouldn't prefer she not do. No one needed to know that but Christina though.

Inclining her head she smiled. "Indeed," her hand in his as he opened the door and the pair slipped inside. Christina didn't have a moment to take in the room in which they stood as the door swung closed and she found herself pressed against the wall just behind it, his mouth finding hers. This kiss was different, but somehow on some level the same. As if the music changed, from the quick tempo to something sweeter but no less personal. He welcomed her to his home, before kissing her again and she chuckled softly. "You have an odd fascination with pinning me to walls," her voice held laughter and her smile flashed in the darkness. She didn't mind, despite her words. In fact she rather liked it. "Do you think I will try and escape Lyon?"

Looking past him into the darkened house she brushed her lips to his. "No servants?" It seemed odd, even her aunt had servants.. Though she questioned him, she pulled him closer as she rose on her tiptoes to kiss him again. "I have a feeling I'd be safe not matter where I was, as long as you were with me," The words whispered against his mouth before she kissed him again, her own words just as honest as his own. Michael didn't strike her as someone who would allow harm to come to her. The only danger was the one they posed to one another. This game was no less dangerous and one might argue the stakes higher.

 

[Vinaein]

Michael was already impressed with Christina as well. Far moreso, he considered, than almost any of the social climbers he had ever met within the ton. Christina, it was simple to tell, had her own agendas to her. But the mystery made her all the more enticing to him. He briefly considered that this might not be a mere dalliance and considered if he could feel more for her. He scolded himself for even the consideration of it; such thoughts, he reminded himself, were dangerous. He had trusted before, had the mark of that branded into his flesh for all time. And yet Christina was...different.

The home was cozy enough. The few servants had been given the evening off, to Michael's delight. He was considerably pleased for the privacy, with nobody suspecting anything. Two figures with such rumors about them, he thought with a grin. How delightful, he thought, almost poetic. The gloom of the place did little to blot out the simple, yet tasteful decor. Even in the darkness of night, though, he could see Christina.

With her against the wall, he trailed his lips to hers. She was even laughing after it. The kiss was slower, more intimate next, Michael taking care to be gentle now before she asked him that question, eyes dancing. Michael grinned and brought his mouth to her neck, grazing his fine, white teeth there. "Perhaps. Or perhaps a lion simply enjoys making sure his lady cannot easily escape..." he kissed at pale flesh again, recalling she was here with him, in his home.

His for the evening, he thought as her lips brushed his again. "There are only a few....as we were absent, we gave them the evening to themselves with their work done," he said. He pulled her against him, kissing her heatedly as he slid a hand against her hair. "My room is this way..." he began to lead her there, kissing her almost all the while as he helped her along these well-trod hallways, to his waiting bed. Enticing and dangerous, he thought. All the more fascinating for the game they played together. He caught her lip, sucking it gently before he coaxed his tongue into her mouth, cupping her face with both hands. "That dress will have to come off soon..." he murmured, the low growl to his voice. "Remember...you are safe here..."

 

[Bunny]

Dangerous game indeed. It might have amused Christina to know they both considered and then dismissed this from becoming more and for more or less the same reasons. Her mind had left that fear as she looked up at him, pinned to the wall as she teased him between kisses. His kisses had changed, but she didn't mind. In the hallway of the party, they had been risky, forbidden; they had been the start of their desires, each one stoking the fires until they had been left with only two choices and neither seemed to have favored the safer of the two paths. It was how they found themselves in the darkness of his entryway.

A brow lifted and she laughed, the bright sound dancing in the darkness. "Is that so?" She questioned him, smiling in the dark. "I think all I would need to do is ask you to unhand me," Her voice was playful and it was clear that it was not her wish for him to do so. His mouth pressed against her neck and she closed her eyes. It hadn't just been the risk, for either of them and she knew it, she could feel it with the way he touched her, kissed her. Kissing him as his lips brushed hers again, each intimate kiss making her head spin in the most pleasant of ways.

The kindness he had offered his staff made her smile as his mouth teased along her own with each word. "I see, that was sweet of you," Her aunt wouldn't dream of such and she had no others to compare such actions to. Michael's arm slid around her waist, drawing her into him, his mouth claiming her own as his other hand curled into the wealth of her silken tresses. Slowly led her towards his room, his mouth rarely leaving hers as they kissed. As if each kiss was a breadcrumb for her to follow. The door to his room opened and closed as he pulled her within.

Lower lip caught in Lyon's mouth, she made a sound of pleasure at the action before his tongue pressed against her mouth, demanding entrance. Christina willingly opened her mouth for him, her own tongue playing along his. His hands had slid to cradle her face as they kissed. Chuckling she pulled back, though not far from him. "Safe as a Lyon growls at me?" Her words teasing as her hands moved to her hair. Each pin was nimbly pulled from her hair until her curls tumbled free. Placing the handful of pins on his nightstand her eyes moved to his face before she allowed her eyes to wander lower. "I do believe the saying is ladies, first.. But, after you." Her smile flashed in the twilight of his room.

 

[Vinaein]

He gave Christina a trail to follow. Each kiss was a reassurance that she had made the right decision. Each little touch and caress of his lips another ember to stoke the flames within them to inferno. He had no wish to go back or turn from her now, kissing her again and again as he all but stumbled with her to the bedroom, squeezing her hand. "If you ever wish me to cease anything, you need only ask..." he took her face in his hands, rubbing her chin with his thumb. "But I do not believe you wish me to cease..."

Michael always prided himself upon loyalty of his own. Kindness to his staff was a way to ensure that. Not that he didn't care about them, but there were few actions Michael undertook without a pragmatic undertone. Except perhaps now; the whirlwind with which Christina enveloped him, enslaved him to their passions was showing to him still, but not in a way he found himself dislike at all.

When she stepped back, he resisted the urge to pull her closer. "The lion may growl," he murmured. "But he shan't bite. Unless you desire him to..." He was resisting pouncing at the moment as Christina made an offer. He undid his coat, his suit, removing it delicately before his approving audience. His shirt slid free and he set it over a table, revealing his tone, muscled upper body, feeling himself stiff below, even as he kept the trousers on for now. "Perhaps you might reciprocate now...Christina?" He brought himself closer to her again, for a kiss that was playful this time. His voice became a low growl. "I wish to see you...all of you..." And, he thought, he wanted far more than sight by now...

 

[Bunny]

Michael knew she didn't and she chuckled as his hands cradled her face, his thumb feathering a touch along her chin. "Mmm. No, I do not." The words offered in a whisper, to confirm what he knew. Had she been unsure about her desires, she would have walked away from him at the party. She knew what she wanted, it hadn't been her feelings in question, merely the danger with them. Lyon however, had offered her promises of safety, that she was safe. That seemed important to him, knowing it was a concern for her as well. It was endearing and made her heart beat a little faster. Even if just once, he would help keep her safe. Christina felt this in her very bones.

As she pulled back, she watched the look flicker across his face, his distaste for her distance. It made her smile, a small curl of her lips. It was pleasing to know she wasn't alone in the desire to be close. She had felt it before now, the way his hands and mouth moved over her in an almost possessive manner. It was something that Christina found appealing. Her smile grew and she chuckled softly. "Doesn't my Lyon know?" The words were playful. Christina knew it might be only for the night that he was hers, but she would take that. She saw the amusement flash as he smiled at her.

The show of sorts that Michael put on for her was indeed watched with appreciation. She could see a few other marks that marred his skin and she stepped forward, fingers brushing along one of the scars along his chest, her head dipping, lips brushing his skin like fathers as she spoke. "So eager, are you in some rush?" The teasing tone held a smile even as she kissed the mark. Her face turned up towards him and she kissed him back, her hands resting flat against his bare chest. "Mm I suppose it would only be fair," she smiled and turned, bearing her back to him. Buttons ran from the edge of the neckline down the length of her spine.

Chin on her shoulder she smiled at him, lashes lowered as she pulled the curtain of dark hair from the small pearl buttons. "If you wouldn't mind?" The clothing of this country was restrictive, silly and took forever to both don and take off. With each button, there wouldn't be skin.. Like a present with so many layers for him to peel through. There was at least a corset as well for her to shed before she could bear any skin for him. "Men of your country dress far more sensibly," the remark held amusement as each button seemed to only add to his frustration. "Or are the women meant to be like presents for Christmas?"

 

[Vinaein]

It was not just Christina being safe. Michael was a ruthless man, one who reacted to enemies of Britain by rooting them out and eliminating them, one way or the other, with swift and brutal justice. He was rarely given to sentiment, but honor meant a great deal to him. The treatment of his peers was vital, but treatment of lovers moreso. Christina, he knew, was keeping things from him. That, however, was not material to her bodily integrity. Michael had no desire to ridicule her or shame her. Her reputation would be intact, nor would he violate her boundaries and he wished her to know that. This, of course, did not mean he didn't intend to test her limits to the utmost.

'My Lyon,' he thought. She had used the words 'My Lyon.' It made him grin widely, his expression warm with amusement and charm. The heat in him felt almost insatiable at it, the way she could arouse him with mere words. His breathing quickened slightly, the image of his body cradled in the dim light of the room to reveal him, with his toned, muscled figure and his scars for her. She felt his body, tracing his scars and his arms slipped around her. "You are vexing indeed. You know how hard it is to resist you, Christina," he whispered into her kiss.

"As for rushing, though...? I mean to make this memorable." He intended to sate her, over and over, to ensure Christina was well and truly pleasured by all of it. He intended this to be thrilling for her as it was for him, to delight and entice her all he could. "There is hardly a rush. Unless you wish there to be. Dawn is quite a time away." When she bared her back to him, hair shifted away, he reached to feel her shoulders and work at the pearls.

They began to come loose, no eager and fumbling boy was he. He undid them skillfully, one by one, lips touching the skin of her back as the image of her knelt before him, nude with loose and flowing hard hair emblazoned within his mind. He rumbled softly, growling as he nipped at her shoulder. "A present. Is that how I am to see you, my ear? A lovely gift?" He slid the undone dress down tracing at her corset as he began to unlace it...before his hand went up and tightened into her hair, giving a firm, if gentle tug to make her expose her neck for his lips again. "Do you wish to be mine this night, Christina...?" He bit at her earlobe gently.

"I want to hear the fantasies within your mind. For your Lyon."

 

[Bunny]

His smile in the darkness made her heart race and her laughter echoed in the dim interior of his room. "Vexing?" The question was offered before their lips met for a heated kiss. "I do not. Are you trying to resist me, Michael?" Her voice was still playful. Nipping his lower lip, she wondered if he indeed had tried to resist his desires. She wouldn't have minded either way, but she hadn't seen the same reluctance in him. "Should I try and be more like the other ladies of the Ton?" She was curious if he would have preferred it, but something told her that it wouldn't be his preference.

"I’d like it to be memorable," Christina's voice purred into the darkness. "No, I don't think I would like to rush. I would like to take my time." Christina was not familiar with men, but with him, it was something she desired to know. A fire kindled in her soul for Michael, one that wouldn't be easily quenched. Lyon's fingers slipped the little pearl buttons with skilled ease, his mouth burning kisses along her shoulders. The bite, playful as it was made her sigh, the sound happy.

The weight of her dress fell away, leaving her in a corset and loose linen skirt. "I don't think I like the idea of being a gift, no." She didn't like that idea much at all. She wasn't something to be given lightly. "I am more than just a pretty package." The hand in her hair drew a gasp and she leaned her head into his hand, not because it hurt, but to give him better access to her neck. Lower lip caught in her teeth, Christina gave a soft, sweet moan. The laces of her corset worked free, all they would need to do was part for it to fall from her body. "Yes," breathing the word out, there was doubt of this desire... if there ever really had been. A small part of her, one that she held firmly in check wished for more than just the night.

Ear caught in his teeth another moan left her and she chuckled. The issue with the question posed was her inexperience. Her mother had never quite explained what it was for a woman to lay with a man. Any fantasies she had were likely silly. Her cheeks burned gently. "Truth?" She questioned in return. She would offer him this little nugget for nothing more than his need to know.

 

[Vinaein]

"Resist you?" He asked as he let the laces of her corset fall. "How could I possible do that at this point...?" He pressed his body against her from behind, letting her feel him there as he kissed at her neck. "You have me entirely at your mercy, Christina. I am all but disarmed before you." His fingers continued their journey across her body, his voice a throaty, husking purr. "The other ladies of the ton? No, never try to be anything but who you are. I enjoy you that way, Christina...you're far more intriguing!" He kissed her cheek gently.

"We'll take all the time in the world," he promised as he let the corset fall. He wanted that, to stoke the flame in both of them until they were suitably quenched. He brought a hand around to trace his fingers to her stomach, sliding them there as he kissed at her neck and cheek. "I can promise, I'll sate you with all you desire, my dear Christina." A promise he fully intended to keep, the Lyon of Lyonwood thought to himself.

"No gift," he murmured. "You are nothing to be given. You only share what you wish." He gripped her hair tightly, sensing the thrill that ran through her, showing a touch of aggression and dominance, but nothing harsh or rough. "And truth," he affirmed gently. "Tell me exactly what's on your mind...because you are now the sole occupant of my own, Christina..."

His voice was halfway between a plea and an order: "Let me see you. All of you now."

 

[Bunny]

She felt the corset slither down her body, much as her dress had. Christina was delicate in her build, though as the trappings of her clothing fell it was easy to see even without them she was beautiful. Her breasts were smaller, though a good handful for Michael, which he'd soon find out. Her waist was narrow before it tapered in and then flared at her hips. Her heart shaped rear was still hidden behind the linen skirt.

"Good," Christina breathed at him as he said he couldn't even begin to resist her. She after all was unable to resist Michael, it was only fair. His lips trailed along her neck and she made a sound of delight in her throat. The feelings he expressed were mirrored in Christina and she smiled at the sweetness of the kiss to her cheek. "I don't think I could be anyone else if I tried." Even the slight mask she wore in the Ton, around the others was unpleasant. Very few ever saw the side of her that Michael did.

His fingers traced along her stomach and the flesh beneath his digest trembled at the slight tickle they produced. Another kiss to her neck and then cheek, her face turning to brush his lips. "Is that so?" Her voice teasing, though she didn't doubt his words. Michael wouldn't be an ungiving lover, not that the thought had ever crossed her mind. Her Lyon would make this first time memorable, he'd promised after all.

Another gasp left Christina as his hand curled in her dark tresses again. "Indeed, but with you? I will share my everything." She meant it to a point too. Her body this night would be his, every part of her. Most of her mind too, but her secrets would still be held. Though, Christina doubted they would be what he sought tonight. Gently she pulled from his arms, her back to him The linen skirt fell, revealing that heart-shaped rear. Slowly Christina turned, revealing herself to him in her entirety. Her nipples were a pale, dusty pink and as his eyes drifted he would find at the apex of her thighs closely trimmed curls. "Ask and you shall receive," Christina wanted nothing more than to step back into him, to feel his hands along her body, but there was one thing he needed to know.

"I am a virgin." Likely not surprising, she knew, but perhaps he thought her more experienced. There was a shyness to the statement, her cheeks pinkening with it.

 

[Vinaein]

"I wouldn't wish you to be anyone else," he breathed against her. His hands caressed across her slender waist, delicately squeezing her hips as he slid away her clothing to leave her exposed before him. He brushed her hair away, kissing at that pale, exposed neck as he wrapped his arms around her. "If that's all you can be, it's exactly what I want, dear Christina..." His fingers combed across her stomach, his breath gentle on her throat.

"Of course it's so..." he said as he tugged her hair back. "Dont you wish to be sated..?" He nuzzled her neck again, harder this time, increasing in aggression as he kissed her lips and that pale, milk-white skin. The princess was so close to him, all but his own now. He wanted her, as he'd never wanted something else. Hungrily, he stared at her, letting her slip away from his arms, his gaze slipping to her bared rear end. "Then share with me everything."

He looked over her body, from the dark tumble of hair to her breasts, to the grin, dark hair between her thighs. His smile was approving warm now before she revealed her truth to him. Surely, it was no surprise in the ton here, not for a princess. But her boldness still surprised him. He couldn't help but smile gently, comfortingly now as he walked closer to her. "Then this shall be memorable for you....if at any time you wish me to stop? Just say so." He kissed her lips, gently this time as he reached down to undo his trousers. He let them fall away, already hard as he pressed his body to hers, kissing her as he guided her back to the bed. Each motion was measured now, careful.

He wanted to make this as delightful for her as possible, he thought. His hands brushed across her breasts, gently teasing the peaks of her nipples before he kissed down to her chest, tenderly beginning to suck at one while one hand began to drift below. "Be mine this night, princess..."