With his face nuzzling her scalp, Fallon had to giggle when she felt him nodding. She was delightfully surprised to hear that he wanted to go with her, knowing the trip would be much more pleasurable, and satisfying now. Grinning as he yawned, Fallon mentally decided the shopping would be as short as possible, and if he got bored she'd find time later to finish things.
Before she had time to comment on that though, she was swooped up into the air, and his arms, and carried into the bathroom squealing. Arms still around his neck as he deposited her on the floor, she bussed his lips quickly, and waited till he had entered the shower before moving back to the bedroom, and into her closet.
Though Fallon never dressed up to go shopping, and normally would have worn jeans and a light sweater, because Cyrus was going she decided to 'pretty up' some, and chose a soft rayon, and spandex wrap dress, in a mocha brown, and plain brown heels. Heels always made Fallon feel more dressed than she really was, but a quick look into the full length mirror on the back of her closet, and she thought the overall effect was feminine without being dressy at all.
As she re-entered the bath, to brush her hair a bit and add a few finishing touches, she caught sight of Cyrus as he exited the shower, and gave him a comedic growl. She wasn't being funny, in the sense that the mere sight of him could speed up her pulse, but the growl came out less than tiger like, and more scrawny, cat like.
When her hair and makeup were complete, Fallon put on the first necklace Cyrus had given her, which nicely filled in the area of skin between her neck, and the slightly deep decolletage of her dress.
"Ready?" She asked, just before entering the bedroom again.
Creeped Out
For the fifth time in as many days, or less, Fallon sat in the kitchen and watched, through the window, as the kitten paw at the door. The light from the ambient bulbs cast shadows across the patio, but the spot where the kitten sat was bathed in light.
"Shoo!" She waved at the tiny mite, completely unfazing the animal. Something about the young cat had finally caused Fallon to question her sanity, and she no longer found the appearances cute, or fun.
She had started leaving small dishes of food out for the kitten, after she'd mentioned it to Cyrus. After she had put cat food onto the shopping list, it had appeared in the pantry, and she had begun the ritual. Fallon wasn't sure, but she assumed either Suki had bought the food, or arranged for it to be included with the weekly supplies ordered. In any event, even though Fallon had put the dish out, the cat had refused to eat it. Every night when Fallon woke, and checked, she was dismayed to find the dish still as full as when she'd set it out the morning before.
And yet the cat remained...always appearing when Fallon went outside, or stood in front of a window...the cat was always just a few feet away. It either meowed at Fallon, or clawed in an attempt to get in and be near Fallon, and if Fallon went out side, the cat was right at her feet. Sometimes it was extremely unnerving, and had almost caused Fallon to fall when she tried to avoid stepping on the tiny creature.
The part that really began bugging Fallon was whenever Cyrus or Suki came into the room, the cat would vanish. And each time Fallon would try to catch the cat, to show either Suki or Cyrus, the cat would take off and not return for up to a couple days at a time.
"Please...just scat!" She tried again to spook the cat into leaving,and sighed when the little white feline just sat and stared in return.
"What do you want?!" Her voice now a very loud, slightly frantic whisper, as she begged the animal to leave her alone. The night was late, or the morning was early, but in either case Fallon had yet to eat, and was getting a little anxious.
Cyrus had gone out, Fallon assumed on business, while Fallon had gone into town to do some last minute shopping for the party, and when she returned home she had been greeted at the front door by the pet. Ever since then she had tried every way she could come up with, to get rid of the cute pest, but now she had lost her patience, and just wanted a little peace and calm before it became time to turn in.
She hoped Cyrus would be home soon, but if not, she would help herself to a goblet of their private stock, and crawl into bed to wait for her mate to join her.
Turning her eyes from the persistent kitten, Fallon looked across the large yard to where the new house stood beckoning. She would have liked nothing more than to go out the door and up to the new house for another walk through, but she couldn't bring herself to face the cat. For now she was happy just looking at the house that she had seen go from raw two-by-fours and plaster, to become the magnificent home that would soon house her family. It still seemed impossible that she had, less than a year ago, lived in a small, one bedroom place in North Carolina. That tiny hovel would have fit into the lower suite of their current house...in the new house it would have fit in the garage.
Incredible.
Fallon
18 years ago
Cyrus
18 years ago
The warm water helped Cyrus shed the last of the overly full feeling that had lingered through the night. Washing quickly finished waking him up completely and he was out in under two minutes. Drying went equally fast as well and he was sending the towels back to their positions when his love walked in. The growl was quite cute so winked and leered at her clothed form. The trip to the closet was fast and he was soon standing cloathed in fawn colored chamois leather pants and black silk shirts. Brushing his damp hair back from his face he pondered what jewelery to wear. The steel or the onyx or the tigers eye all appealed to him. Deciding on a new set he pulled out a silk drawstring pouch from the box. The brecciated jasper spilled into his hand like red and black water. The small jewelery was soon installed and looked smooth and concentric as each item had a hidden segmented part of the captive ring. Finishing up his wardrobe with his boots, wallet, money clip and several knives, Cyrus smiled as Fallon emerged.
"Ready."
His comment was a husky rumble as he eyed her. The woman looked delectable. Warm, sexy and wearing the necklace he gave her. It made him proud and possessive at the same time. Rather than ruin her plans by tossing her to the bed to lick every inch of her creamy skin, Cyrus offered his arm.
"Shall we?"
"Ready."
His comment was a husky rumble as he eyed her. The woman looked delectable. Warm, sexy and wearing the necklace he gave her. It made him proud and possessive at the same time. Rather than ruin her plans by tossing her to the bed to lick every inch of her creamy skin, Cyrus offered his arm.
"Shall we?"
Fallon
18 years ago
Taking his arm was habit, but it would have been impossible for Fallon to just walk along side Cyrus and not touch him in some way.
As they walked upstairs she caught the sound of doors closing and locking. She wondered when she had come to accept that as the norm, and for granted? That Cyrus would always lock up upon their departure and open doors upon their arrival was something she just didn't even think about anymore.
Stepping through the front doors, she saw Ginger waiting for them, and walked towards the limousine. Had Fallon not been holding Cyrus' arm, seconds later she would have been spread-eagled on the ground. The kitten was back, and had darted across Fallon's path, causing the slightly distracted woman to trip. Gasping she clung to Cyrus, and tugged on him as she righted herself.
"Damnit!" She cried out softly, frustrated that she could be so startled by something that wasn't even there. Or at least at this point she was pretty sure there really wasn't anything there. She didn't like the thought that she was being stalked by the spectre of a kitten, but had to admit nothing else made sense.
Looking at Cyrus sheepishly, she also looked to see if there was any sight of recognition in his eyes...still hoping she wasn't seeing things and that maybe this time he had seen the kitten.
"Sorry...I must have mentioned in the past that I'm not the most graceful of women." Giving him a slight shrug, she held his arm slightly more firmly. "Maybe after another couple hundred years of walking around in heels, I'll become better at it." It was a ploy, to try and cover up the real reason for her stumbling, though she didn't know if it would work. But rather than admit that she was being haunted, for now, it was easier. It wasn't like she was lying to him...just avoiding the truth...for now.
Smiling at Ginger, as she held the door for Fallon and Cyrus, Fallon was able to climb into the back of the limo with regained grace, and poise. She slid only over halfway, expecting Cyrus to sit next to her. She had given Ginger addresses and instructions the night before, so the woman could check them before they took off tonight. Fallon didn't know if that was proper chauffer etiquette or not, but she did think it was only courteous. After all, Ginger really did more than just drive Fallon, Cyrus, and Suki around, she also helped watch out for them.
"First stop printers, and thank you Ginger." Taking Cyrus' arm again, Fallon couldn't really snuggle up to him the way she wanted...not if she didn't want to exit the vehicle in a wrinkled dress. But she did lean into him a little, enjoying the feel of his slightly warm body next to her. "I hope you like the invitations. I'm trying not to go with anything too gaudy...but I still wanted to show the tropical influence. I found some beautiful, fine linen paper, and had a hibiscus printed very faintly onto the background. The lettering is a muted gold, and the script is elegant, but not too flowery...well, you'll see. I'm only concerned that they look stately but not stuffy...and that the image in my head transferred well onto the paper."
Her voice was only tinged with anxiety. Though she wouldn't have time to come up with another design and get the invitations printed in time, if worse came to worse she guessed she could revert to using something pre-printed. But she hoped that wouldn't be the case, and she also hoped Cyrus liked the results.
As they walked upstairs she caught the sound of doors closing and locking. She wondered when she had come to accept that as the norm, and for granted? That Cyrus would always lock up upon their departure and open doors upon their arrival was something she just didn't even think about anymore.
Stepping through the front doors, she saw Ginger waiting for them, and walked towards the limousine. Had Fallon not been holding Cyrus' arm, seconds later she would have been spread-eagled on the ground. The kitten was back, and had darted across Fallon's path, causing the slightly distracted woman to trip. Gasping she clung to Cyrus, and tugged on him as she righted herself.
"Damnit!" She cried out softly, frustrated that she could be so startled by something that wasn't even there. Or at least at this point she was pretty sure there really wasn't anything there. She didn't like the thought that she was being stalked by the spectre of a kitten, but had to admit nothing else made sense.
Looking at Cyrus sheepishly, she also looked to see if there was any sight of recognition in his eyes...still hoping she wasn't seeing things and that maybe this time he had seen the kitten.
"Sorry...I must have mentioned in the past that I'm not the most graceful of women." Giving him a slight shrug, she held his arm slightly more firmly. "Maybe after another couple hundred years of walking around in heels, I'll become better at it." It was a ploy, to try and cover up the real reason for her stumbling, though she didn't know if it would work. But rather than admit that she was being haunted, for now, it was easier. It wasn't like she was lying to him...just avoiding the truth...for now.
Smiling at Ginger, as she held the door for Fallon and Cyrus, Fallon was able to climb into the back of the limo with regained grace, and poise. She slid only over halfway, expecting Cyrus to sit next to her. She had given Ginger addresses and instructions the night before, so the woman could check them before they took off tonight. Fallon didn't know if that was proper chauffer etiquette or not, but she did think it was only courteous. After all, Ginger really did more than just drive Fallon, Cyrus, and Suki around, she also helped watch out for them.
"First stop printers, and thank you Ginger." Taking Cyrus' arm again, Fallon couldn't really snuggle up to him the way she wanted...not if she didn't want to exit the vehicle in a wrinkled dress. But she did lean into him a little, enjoying the feel of his slightly warm body next to her. "I hope you like the invitations. I'm trying not to go with anything too gaudy...but I still wanted to show the tropical influence. I found some beautiful, fine linen paper, and had a hibiscus printed very faintly onto the background. The lettering is a muted gold, and the script is elegant, but not too flowery...well, you'll see. I'm only concerned that they look stately but not stuffy...and that the image in my head transferred well onto the paper."
Her voice was only tinged with anxiety. Though she wouldn't have time to come up with another design and get the invitations printed in time, if worse came to worse she guessed she could revert to using something pre-printed. But she hoped that wouldn't be the case, and she also hoped Cyrus liked the results.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Doing his best to assist Fallon as she gasped and stumbled, Cyrus did not quite believe her explaination. But it could wait until they were seated in the private confines of the car. The privacy screen prevented Ginger from listening in unless the intercom was activated. Gently stroking his fingers over her hand that held his arm tight he helped her into the car.
Politely listening to her description of the invitations before taking hold of her hands in his.
"I am sure they will be beautiful due to your hard work and dedication."
Unsure how to broach this topic he was silent for just a moment before continuing in a matter of fact tone.
"I am sorry that I did not finish our conversation last night. Just because I dreaded it did not give me the right to withhold the information from you. Based on your comments and descriptions, the little kitten is indeed haunting you. As you know we all acquire flaws, like excessive thirst or obviously large fangs. Due to this, I believe that your flaw is to be haunted by those you kill."
Removing one hand from where he clasped hers he hugged her soft body against his. Kissing her jaw lightly, Cyrus hoped she could feel the love he had for her even as he told her this less than positive news.
"This is really not a bad thing, considering your background and talents. You just need to refrain from violence that could result in death. Since the kitten was the first thing you fed on, it probably imprinted upon your subconcious. Now with this flaw emerging, it took that shape. I am sorry love, I wish I knew of some way to make this better."
Politely listening to her description of the invitations before taking hold of her hands in his.
"I am sure they will be beautiful due to your hard work and dedication."
Unsure how to broach this topic he was silent for just a moment before continuing in a matter of fact tone.
"I am sorry that I did not finish our conversation last night. Just because I dreaded it did not give me the right to withhold the information from you. Based on your comments and descriptions, the little kitten is indeed haunting you. As you know we all acquire flaws, like excessive thirst or obviously large fangs. Due to this, I believe that your flaw is to be haunted by those you kill."
Removing one hand from where he clasped hers he hugged her soft body against his. Kissing her jaw lightly, Cyrus hoped she could feel the love he had for her even as he told her this less than positive news.
"This is really not a bad thing, considering your background and talents. You just need to refrain from violence that could result in death. Since the kitten was the first thing you fed on, it probably imprinted upon your subconcious. Now with this flaw emerging, it took that shape. I am sorry love, I wish I knew of some way to make this better."
Fallon
18 years ago
She frowned when Cyrus brought up the kitten again. She knew he wasn't a stupid man, far from it, so it didn't really surprise her that her attempt to cover up her tripping had failed. However, that he could still treat her with love and respect made it easier for her to accept his words.
"Thank god I've never killed another human..." Fallon shuddered almost violently at that thought, as she nestled closer, and rested the side of her head on his shoulder. "So this is to be my curse, forever then?" If that be the case, Fallon would learn to live with it. It could be worse, and it had been worse in the past. If fate had decided this was to be her lot, somehow she'd learn how to incorporate it into her daily life, and try not to let it disrupt things with Cyrus.
"Are you sure you can handle a slightly crazy woman, going around 'shooing' off imaginary critters, and sometimes tripping over little ghostlets?" Making light of it now, seemed the best course of action, considering there was little else she could really do, and continue to maintain a happy home life.
"Thank god I've never killed another human..." Fallon shuddered almost violently at that thought, as she nestled closer, and rested the side of her head on his shoulder. "So this is to be my curse, forever then?" If that be the case, Fallon would learn to live with it. It could be worse, and it had been worse in the past. If fate had decided this was to be her lot, somehow she'd learn how to incorporate it into her daily life, and try not to let it disrupt things with Cyrus.
"Are you sure you can handle a slightly crazy woman, going around 'shooing' off imaginary critters, and sometimes tripping over little ghostlets?" Making light of it now, seemed the best course of action, considering there was little else she could really do, and continue to maintain a happy home life.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Rubbing her back lightly in a soothing manner was all Cyrus could think to do as Fallon digested the situation. She may need to stop hunting as a feline but her talents were more towards survival not agression anyways. Plus should she need someone killed he would be more than happy to do that for his mate. Though he doubted that mentioning that would be a good thing just now. At her self depreciation he shook his head.
"Love, you have put up with me have you not?" Cyrus just realized that he had ceased to call her kitten for a while. Perhaps he was trying not to remind her of the little haunting unconciously.
"Since I happen to have three flaws, I think we can do quite well learning to live with yours. You are quite understanding of my need to feed which is pretty much constant. Last night you even eased my pain with the excess I had taken foolishly. Never once have you complained about lack of candles or fireplaces roaring due to my reaction to flames."
Smiling slightly and flashing one of his large fangs he hoped to ease her mind some.
"Do you realize there are much much worse flaws that could have manifested within you? Things like becoming psychotic or obsessive compulsive. Sure there are easier flaws to live with than being haunted, but there are ones that would also make you into a completely different person. That would be a horrible thing in my opinion."
Kissing her gently he could only hope she understood.
"Love, you have put up with me have you not?" Cyrus just realized that he had ceased to call her kitten for a while. Perhaps he was trying not to remind her of the little haunting unconciously.
"Since I happen to have three flaws, I think we can do quite well learning to live with yours. You are quite understanding of my need to feed which is pretty much constant. Last night you even eased my pain with the excess I had taken foolishly. Never once have you complained about lack of candles or fireplaces roaring due to my reaction to flames."
Smiling slightly and flashing one of his large fangs he hoped to ease her mind some.
"Do you realize there are much much worse flaws that could have manifested within you? Things like becoming psychotic or obsessive compulsive. Sure there are easier flaws to live with than being haunted, but there are ones that would also make you into a completely different person. That would be a horrible thing in my opinion."
Kissing her gently he could only hope she understood.
Fallon
18 years ago
Fallon loved Cyrus, heart and soul, and because of that the things he mentioned as 'flaws' were nothing for her to accept. That he felt the same about her
was often more difficult for her to understand or accept. Yet she reminded herself now that he never lied to her, so there was no reason to think that he was doing so on this issue. Believing that she had something inside her that gave him reason to love her was still a surprise, but she was learning to accept it. She wanted that love, along with being able to love him in return, more than anything else in the world.
"There is no 'putting up with you', Cyrus. Those things you mention are little more than quirks. Everyone has them. If you are willing to accept this as one of mine, then I'll stop worrying. If this is something I need to accept as part of my life, for whatever reason, you're right...it could be worse. With my history I've always been afraid of becoming like my mother...or Ted. They say that people who grow up abused, often become abusers. I think in being so conscious of that, I did the other, and just found someone to replace my mother in abusing me."
His kiss did everything to reassure her, just as his touch always reinforced his love. Never once had he lost his temper with her, or raised a hand to her. She recognized this and was learning to understand it was the way life should be. In the past it had only existed in her dreams...the dreams of having a gallant knight rescue her from her pain, and take her to his beautiful castle to live. Cyrus was Fallon's knight, and everything he had ever done with her told her this. Though she had never really believed in knights, beyond her dreams, Cyrus had proved her wrong.
"And then I met you, and you changed my whole life. Well, you came into my life when it had already been changed drastically, but you could have easily been like Panos, or Ted...but you weren't. I began to live, only after I'd died, but I never would have without you there."
She was becoming emotional again, and sniffed back a tear. "It's a good thing you wore a black shirt." She laughed, implying she might get mascara on him, but she wasn't crying.
"As you say...I have again been blessed in this flaw I've been given. As long as I don't break my neck, tripping over the little devil, I'll just need to learn to have her in my life. You're right...it could have been much worse, and for that I am truly thankful."
She returned his kiss then, and smiled when she lifted her mouth from his.
"I love you." Her eyes looked into his as she recited what was in her heart. She knew she didn't need to tell him, any more than he needed to tell her. They both knew how the other felt. But sometimes she felt it just had to be said, or it might explode from within her.
Cuddling up, as she had been most of the drive, Fallon was about ready to tell Ginger to take them home, when the car pulled along side the curb and stopped.
Looking out the darkly tinted window, Fallon could see the printer's store, and mentally shrugged. There would be time later to show Cyrus how much she loved him. Her excitement for the upcoming party seeped back into her, and she found herself wanting to see the invitations now.
was often more difficult for her to understand or accept. Yet she reminded herself now that he never lied to her, so there was no reason to think that he was doing so on this issue. Believing that she had something inside her that gave him reason to love her was still a surprise, but she was learning to accept it. She wanted that love, along with being able to love him in return, more than anything else in the world.
"There is no 'putting up with you', Cyrus. Those things you mention are little more than quirks. Everyone has them. If you are willing to accept this as one of mine, then I'll stop worrying. If this is something I need to accept as part of my life, for whatever reason, you're right...it could be worse. With my history I've always been afraid of becoming like my mother...or Ted. They say that people who grow up abused, often become abusers. I think in being so conscious of that, I did the other, and just found someone to replace my mother in abusing me."
His kiss did everything to reassure her, just as his touch always reinforced his love. Never once had he lost his temper with her, or raised a hand to her. She recognized this and was learning to understand it was the way life should be. In the past it had only existed in her dreams...the dreams of having a gallant knight rescue her from her pain, and take her to his beautiful castle to live. Cyrus was Fallon's knight, and everything he had ever done with her told her this. Though she had never really believed in knights, beyond her dreams, Cyrus had proved her wrong.
"And then I met you, and you changed my whole life. Well, you came into my life when it had already been changed drastically, but you could have easily been like Panos, or Ted...but you weren't. I began to live, only after I'd died, but I never would have without you there."
She was becoming emotional again, and sniffed back a tear. "It's a good thing you wore a black shirt." She laughed, implying she might get mascara on him, but she wasn't crying.
"As you say...I have again been blessed in this flaw I've been given. As long as I don't break my neck, tripping over the little devil, I'll just need to learn to have her in my life. You're right...it could have been much worse, and for that I am truly thankful."
She returned his kiss then, and smiled when she lifted her mouth from his.
"I love you." Her eyes looked into his as she recited what was in her heart. She knew she didn't need to tell him, any more than he needed to tell her. They both knew how the other felt. But sometimes she felt it just had to be said, or it might explode from within her.
Cuddling up, as she had been most of the drive, Fallon was about ready to tell Ginger to take them home, when the car pulled along side the curb and stopped.
Looking out the darkly tinted window, Fallon could see the printer's store, and mentally shrugged. There would be time later to show Cyrus how much she loved him. Her excitement for the upcoming party seeped back into her, and she found herself wanting to see the invitations now.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Holding her close he pet her silky hair and back while kissing her head. "Woman, I love you so much. You brought me back to life as much as I did for you. We are very lucky to have found eachother. A little haunting will be livable."
Kissing her firmly on the lips as they arrived at their destination, he was pleased he had elected to come this eve. Their discussion made him feel even closer to her than before.
Kissing her firmly on the lips as they arrived at their destination, he was pleased he had elected to come this eve. Their discussion made him feel even closer to her than before.
Fallon
18 years ago
Again Cyrus had said exactly the thing to bolster Fallon's courage to face her new demon, and she returned his kiss just before Ginger appeared to open the car door. Stepping out as gracefully as she could muster, Fallon patted down her clothes to make sure she didn't appear too disheveled from the cuddling, and took Cyrus hand before walking to the door of the building.
As she had an appointment with the printer, she expected they would be waiting for her, but she was impressed that the door opened just as she and Cyrus approached. Whether the owner, Mr. Emerson, was always this conscientious, or he was trying to impress her and Cyrus, Fallon had no way of knowing. However, it really didn't matter what his motives were as in the long run it just made Fallon feel so special that she was certain any future business would be handled through him. Then too, it could have been that Suki had clued the man in to Cyrus' position in the city, and this was why he was close to falling over himself to be solicitous.
'Good evening, Ms. Tierney, and this must be Mr. Arslanti, welcome sir.'
Fallon smiled at the man, and then to Cyrus.
"Cyrus, this is Mr. Emerson, owner of Purposely Printing. He's been extremely patient with helping me design our invitations and some other things for the party."
Since the man had been, and really was being so accommodating, Fallon felt she owed it to him to let Cyrus know. She didn't really imagine Cyrus was too interested in the mechanics of such things, but she thought he would appreciate that Mr. Emerson had taken such good care of Fallon's wishes.
"Have you go the prototype ready for my approval?"
She asked the tall, rather thin, older man.
Mr. Emerson had a kindly face, though heavily lined by age. His eyes were somewhat distorted by very thick glasses, but he almost always had a ready smile that distracted a person from any of his facial flaws. As he held his hand to Cyrus, you could see that years of working in this business had left an imprint. His fingers were fortunately devoid of any arthritic contortions, but they seemed to be permanently stained from the inks he'd worked with for so many years.
He nodded immediately and began bustling back behind the counter pulling out boxes and folders that he also started to open before Fallon and Cyrus.
'Yes, yes! Please, come see.' He beckoned them to the counter where he had laid out the invitation that Fallon had created, in it's now ready to print stage. In addition he had three boxes of blank card stock of various types of paper.
All three boxes held paper of excellent quality, but the first box was of very plain, smooth paper. The second box was of a linen textured paper, and the third was of a fine, canvas textured paper.
'While I know you want the actual printing on fine velum, I thought your hibiscus would look marvelous printed on this canvas texture...what do you think?'
Mr. Emerson took the pieces of the invitation apart, and then laid the pre-printed velum on top of one of the canvas cards that had already had the flowery background also pre-printed on it.
Fallon loved the look and feel of the invitation, and reached out to touch it, as her eyes sought Cyrus' for his thoughts.
"What do you think, Cyrus?" Not wanting to sway his opinion by showing her's, Fallon held her breath while she waited for his reaction.
As she had an appointment with the printer, she expected they would be waiting for her, but she was impressed that the door opened just as she and Cyrus approached. Whether the owner, Mr. Emerson, was always this conscientious, or he was trying to impress her and Cyrus, Fallon had no way of knowing. However, it really didn't matter what his motives were as in the long run it just made Fallon feel so special that she was certain any future business would be handled through him. Then too, it could have been that Suki had clued the man in to Cyrus' position in the city, and this was why he was close to falling over himself to be solicitous.
'Good evening, Ms. Tierney, and this must be Mr. Arslanti, welcome sir.'
Fallon smiled at the man, and then to Cyrus.
"Cyrus, this is Mr. Emerson, owner of Purposely Printing. He's been extremely patient with helping me design our invitations and some other things for the party."
Since the man had been, and really was being so accommodating, Fallon felt she owed it to him to let Cyrus know. She didn't really imagine Cyrus was too interested in the mechanics of such things, but she thought he would appreciate that Mr. Emerson had taken such good care of Fallon's wishes.
"Have you go the prototype ready for my approval?"
She asked the tall, rather thin, older man.
Mr. Emerson had a kindly face, though heavily lined by age. His eyes were somewhat distorted by very thick glasses, but he almost always had a ready smile that distracted a person from any of his facial flaws. As he held his hand to Cyrus, you could see that years of working in this business had left an imprint. His fingers were fortunately devoid of any arthritic contortions, but they seemed to be permanently stained from the inks he'd worked with for so many years.
He nodded immediately and began bustling back behind the counter pulling out boxes and folders that he also started to open before Fallon and Cyrus.
'Yes, yes! Please, come see.' He beckoned them to the counter where he had laid out the invitation that Fallon had created, in it's now ready to print stage. In addition he had three boxes of blank card stock of various types of paper.
All three boxes held paper of excellent quality, but the first box was of very plain, smooth paper. The second box was of a linen textured paper, and the third was of a fine, canvas textured paper.
'While I know you want the actual printing on fine velum, I thought your hibiscus would look marvelous printed on this canvas texture...what do you think?'
Mr. Emerson took the pieces of the invitation apart, and then laid the pre-printed velum on top of one of the canvas cards that had already had the flowery background also pre-printed on it.
Fallon loved the look and feel of the invitation, and reached out to touch it, as her eyes sought Cyrus' for his thoughts.
"What do you think, Cyrus?" Not wanting to sway his opinion by showing her's, Fallon held her breath while she waited for his reaction.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Cyrus offered the man a brief bow of his head despite the mangling of his last name. Since he had been using the thing for centuries he was used to it. Still it always made him wish he had created something easier for English and American tongues to pronounce. Keeping his hand on the small of Fallon's back was nice and was helping make this visit easier.
Listening to the discussion he viewed the offerings. With one hand he felt the canvas texture and then the linen, measuring the weight of the paper in his hand. "The canvas has a good weight and feel to it. Either would be appropriate. The invitation is perfect, excellent work."
Gently stroking his hands along her back he hoped she realized that while his comment had been made he really was directing it to her and all her hard work on this.
Listening to the discussion he viewed the offerings. With one hand he felt the canvas texture and then the linen, measuring the weight of the paper in his hand. "The canvas has a good weight and feel to it. Either would be appropriate. The invitation is perfect, excellent work."
Gently stroking his hands along her back he hoped she realized that while his comment had been made he really was directing it to her and all her hard work on this.
Fallon
18 years ago
Unknowingly giving him some measure of peace through their touches, Fallon only knew just how much strength she received from him. And even though she did nothing to acknowledge the feel of his hand, she was always very much aware.
Her face split into a huge smile and she nodded to Mr. Emerson.
"Good, then I'd like to go ahead with the canvas for the back artwork. I'd like people to look at the invitation and see a small bit of art, than just something asking them to attend a party. Maybe this will help set the mood too?"
It might have been silly, but Fallon really wanted everything to go perfect for this party. And again she thanked her stars for everything Suki had done to help her. She knew very well if she had needed to do this all on her own, she would have been a basket case by now.
"Go ahead and print up one hundred, and I'll send you the guest list tomorrow. I'd like to get them in the mail day after next at the latest. That will still give us weeks before the date of the party, and plenty of time for people to 'rsvp'."
Her fingers were still lovingly tracing the ridges of the canvas paper, when she remembered the other things.
"The place cards, and picture frames are going to be ready as well?"
Having seen the idea for the frames in a "Hip Hostess" magazine, Fallon decided she had to have them as well. A photographer would be present throughout the evening to take professional 'candids' of the guests and they would be sent these photographs, framed, a few days after the party as a small remembrance. She hadn't told Cyrus about it, but only because she hadn't told him much at this point. She would fill him in before the party, but to an extent she kind of wanted it to be a little bit of a surprise for him too.
'Oh yes, Ms. Tierney...everything else will be taken care of right away, now that I know all the details meet with your approval. In fact, I'll have the place cards and frames delivered day after tomorrow, when I send the invitations out in the mail, if that's what you wish.'
The man smiled at Fallon and Cyrus, and then his eyes seemed to light on something behind them.
'Well, now just how did that little cat get up there?'
At his words, Fallon froze. Would she not be able to go anywhere without fear of the kitten following? Watching Mr. Emerson come around the counter and walk to a shelf on the wall next to the door, Fallon let out a breath she wasn't aware she'd been holding. The cat he had been referring to was a calico, quite a bit bigger than the kitten, but alive, and not a spectre.
Fallon looked at Cyrus, and giggled softly in relief.
"Oh, she's pretty...yours?"
Mr. Emerson had picked up the cat and was stroking it lovingly, but he did not approach either Cyrus or Fallon. Because he lived upstairs, Madeline - the cat, often had run of the shop as well as the house. Normally though, when he knew he would be having customers he would keep her enclosed upstairs. Tonight he had not been able to find her quick enough to take care of that matter.
'Yes, Madeline and I go back about nine years now. Since Mrs. Emerson died, she's the only one around who will suffer my complaints.'
Fallon could tell the man loved the cat, and that he was also teasing about his emotional connection to the cat.
"I understand, Mr. Emerson. Both Cyrus and I love cats."
Taking Cyrus' hand, Fallon squeezed it as she made her little admission. Mr. Emerson would never understand just how much she and Cyrus loved cats.
"Well, I think that's it then. Thank you for your professional work Mr. Emerson. I am so pleased that I will be sure to offer you as a referral to anyone who asks, and I'm sure I'll have need of your services again in the future."
The man walked over to the door, and opened it, with Madeline still in his arms.
'Thank you Ms. Tierney...Mr. Arslanti.'
Her face split into a huge smile and she nodded to Mr. Emerson.
"Good, then I'd like to go ahead with the canvas for the back artwork. I'd like people to look at the invitation and see a small bit of art, than just something asking them to attend a party. Maybe this will help set the mood too?"
It might have been silly, but Fallon really wanted everything to go perfect for this party. And again she thanked her stars for everything Suki had done to help her. She knew very well if she had needed to do this all on her own, she would have been a basket case by now.
"Go ahead and print up one hundred, and I'll send you the guest list tomorrow. I'd like to get them in the mail day after next at the latest. That will still give us weeks before the date of the party, and plenty of time for people to 'rsvp'."
Her fingers were still lovingly tracing the ridges of the canvas paper, when she remembered the other things.
"The place cards, and picture frames are going to be ready as well?"
Having seen the idea for the frames in a "Hip Hostess" magazine, Fallon decided she had to have them as well. A photographer would be present throughout the evening to take professional 'candids' of the guests and they would be sent these photographs, framed, a few days after the party as a small remembrance. She hadn't told Cyrus about it, but only because she hadn't told him much at this point. She would fill him in before the party, but to an extent she kind of wanted it to be a little bit of a surprise for him too.
'Oh yes, Ms. Tierney...everything else will be taken care of right away, now that I know all the details meet with your approval. In fact, I'll have the place cards and frames delivered day after tomorrow, when I send the invitations out in the mail, if that's what you wish.'
The man smiled at Fallon and Cyrus, and then his eyes seemed to light on something behind them.
'Well, now just how did that little cat get up there?'
At his words, Fallon froze. Would she not be able to go anywhere without fear of the kitten following? Watching Mr. Emerson come around the counter and walk to a shelf on the wall next to the door, Fallon let out a breath she wasn't aware she'd been holding. The cat he had been referring to was a calico, quite a bit bigger than the kitten, but alive, and not a spectre.
Fallon looked at Cyrus, and giggled softly in relief.
"Oh, she's pretty...yours?"
Mr. Emerson had picked up the cat and was stroking it lovingly, but he did not approach either Cyrus or Fallon. Because he lived upstairs, Madeline - the cat, often had run of the shop as well as the house. Normally though, when he knew he would be having customers he would keep her enclosed upstairs. Tonight he had not been able to find her quick enough to take care of that matter.
'Yes, Madeline and I go back about nine years now. Since Mrs. Emerson died, she's the only one around who will suffer my complaints.'
Fallon could tell the man loved the cat, and that he was also teasing about his emotional connection to the cat.
"I understand, Mr. Emerson. Both Cyrus and I love cats."
Taking Cyrus' hand, Fallon squeezed it as she made her little admission. Mr. Emerson would never understand just how much she and Cyrus loved cats.
"Well, I think that's it then. Thank you for your professional work Mr. Emerson. I am so pleased that I will be sure to offer you as a referral to anyone who asks, and I'm sure I'll have need of your services again in the future."
The man walked over to the door, and opened it, with Madeline still in his arms.
'Thank you Ms. Tierney...Mr. Arslanti.'
Cyrus
18 years ago
Standing slightly behind Fallon as she concluded her business he had the small cat nudge his legs before going to the spot in the window. He was not at all surprised by the owner seeing her there, though he wondered why the feline was not allowed free roam of the place all the time. By her actions it seemed slightly clandestine sneaking for the calico. The small smile on his face was genuine at the affection between human and cat.
Finally they were ready to leave and Cyrus bowed respectfully to the man. "Thank you for your excellent service Mr. Emmerson."
Guiding his love back to the car they were in and on their way shortly. Running his thumb over the delicate bones of her cheek, Cyrus tried to restrain the urge to kiss her senseless.
"Tell me love, just what is Tropical Finery and where are we going to find it here in Nachton?"
Finally they were ready to leave and Cyrus bowed respectfully to the man. "Thank you for your excellent service Mr. Emmerson."
Guiding his love back to the car they were in and on their way shortly. Running his thumb over the delicate bones of her cheek, Cyrus tried to restrain the urge to kiss her senseless.
"Tell me love, just what is Tropical Finery and where are we going to find it here in Nachton?"
Fallon
18 years ago
Fallon felt the evening had been a great success, because Cyrus really seemed to like the invitations. It would have probably been a small thing to most people, but these days Fallon needed to know that she could accomplish things that she put her mind to. Not working, and having little else to do except help Suki with the house, and plan this party, it meant a lot to know there were things she was still good at.
The whole kitten issue had hit Fallon a lot harder than she had let on to Cyrus, but she was doing her damndest to get through it. She didn't want him to worry about her. She knew it was a matter of time before she would overcome the problem...she refused to think otherwise. But it still weighed heavy on her mind.
Once they were in the car again, this time driving to the mall, Fallon grinned, and leaned her face into his touch.
"Wellllll...because of the natural decor of Ger Kogji is in keeping with your love for the Asian flavor, and will have a somewhat tropical atmosphere to it as well, with all the plants, and bamboo...I thought we could play that up with in decorations for the party. More flowers...hibiscus, orchids, plumeria, and plants...music of the south seas...?"
She chewed her lip as she watched his face for signs of laughter. She hoped he didn't think it was silly, or a bad idea. The party was coming late in the season, closer to Halloween than summer, so she could see that maybe she should have thought of a more restrained, or one that went with theme.
"I know as far as the clothing goes, it usually tends to be loud and a little garish, but I got the name of a woman from Suki, who promises me she's got some things she says you'll like."
And even though the invitation appointment went very well, Fallon was feeling slightly anxious again, wondering if the things she'd picked out for Cyrus would be anything he'd like.
The drive was short, and soon Fallon and Cyrus were walking through the mall to the boutique. From the things on display in the window, you could tell the store was more high end, and catered to people who didn't mind spending money. Though nothing in the window would have been at all appropriate for what Fallon had wanted. As they entered the shop, she hoped they hadn't wasted their time.
The whole kitten issue had hit Fallon a lot harder than she had let on to Cyrus, but she was doing her damndest to get through it. She didn't want him to worry about her. She knew it was a matter of time before she would overcome the problem...she refused to think otherwise. But it still weighed heavy on her mind.
Once they were in the car again, this time driving to the mall, Fallon grinned, and leaned her face into his touch.
"Wellllll...because of the natural decor of Ger Kogji is in keeping with your love for the Asian flavor, and will have a somewhat tropical atmosphere to it as well, with all the plants, and bamboo...I thought we could play that up with in decorations for the party. More flowers...hibiscus, orchids, plumeria, and plants...music of the south seas...?"
She chewed her lip as she watched his face for signs of laughter. She hoped he didn't think it was silly, or a bad idea. The party was coming late in the season, closer to Halloween than summer, so she could see that maybe she should have thought of a more restrained, or one that went with theme.
"I know as far as the clothing goes, it usually tends to be loud and a little garish, but I got the name of a woman from Suki, who promises me she's got some things she says you'll like."
And even though the invitation appointment went very well, Fallon was feeling slightly anxious again, wondering if the things she'd picked out for Cyrus would be anything he'd like.
The drive was short, and soon Fallon and Cyrus were walking through the mall to the boutique. From the things on display in the window, you could tell the store was more high end, and catered to people who didn't mind spending money. Though nothing in the window would have been at all appropriate for what Fallon had wanted. As they entered the shop, she hoped they hadn't wasted their time.
Cyrus
18 years ago
"That sounds very festive. I am intrigued at how you come up with such creative ways to socialize, love."
He smiled and enjoyed her nearness. The trip was over quickly and soon they were in the mall. Not one of his favorite places. Generally he prefered to go to specialists that would hand make the items he requested, but this was Fallon's show and he followed beside her protectively. Still the store was interesting and the items appeared to be of good quality. With a laugh he finally remembered the male's clothing in Tahiti.
"Are you clothing me in a pāreu love?"
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He smiled and enjoyed her nearness. The trip was over quickly and soon they were in the mall. Not one of his favorite places. Generally he prefered to go to specialists that would hand make the items he requested, but this was Fallon's show and he followed beside her protectively. Still the store was interesting and the items appeared to be of good quality. With a laugh he finally remembered the male's clothing in Tahiti.
"Are you clothing me in a pāreu love?"
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Fallon
18 years ago
"Pareu?" Fallon wasn't sure she was familiar with the word, but she imagined he was referring to one of the sarongs that she had seen island men wear. A grin crept onto her face as she thought about seeing a little of Cyrus' legs all evening long, and then too, knowing most men wore those 'skirts' like kilts...au naturel. She vowed if he dressed like that, she'd have to find something equally 'interesting' to wear, to keep his lustful attentions on her.
"Would you wear one? I'm afraid it never occurred to me, but I'm sure the woman here will be able to find some, if I ask. Right now I've only asked her to find me some tropical styled shirts..."
As Fallon was speaking an older woman came through a curtain in back and walked up to the couple. She introduced herself as Julia, and inquired as to how she could assist them tonight.
"Hello Julia, I'm Fallon, and this is Cyrus...I'm the one who spoke to you about getting some tropical shirts and dresses to look at? Suki Langston referred me..."
Waiting for acknowledgement, Julia smiled and held her hand to both Cyrus and Fallon.
'Oh yes! Ms. Langston is such a wonderful customer here, I can't begin to tell you how much we appreciate her business, and referrals. I was able to get several pieces according to your descriptions...did you want to try them on, or take them with you and decide? You can always just have them returned at your leisure. However, if you need anything altered, I can help you with that now as well.'
The woman looked to Fallon first, and then to Cyrus, while Fallon decided which way would be less invasive to Cyrus.
"Why don't you bring us what you have, and then we can decide if we want to try them on or not?"
'That is easily done, Fallon. I'll be right back.'
The woman retreated back behind the curtain again and a scant few minutes later returned with several hangers. Along the back wall, by the dressing rooms, there was a long rod which she hung the clothing from. There were three shirts, and three 'dresses' of sorts.
'For the gentleman I have this shirt, though it is a bit flowery, it is also quite masculine. I also found this shirt...color on color, which still manages to look very tropical, but more sedately. And lastly, we have a shirt that is a nice combination of floral mixed with a dark background, again giving you a more masculine look.'
Julia looked to Cyrus first this time, as she held up each shirt, and then rehung it on the rod, facing him. Once she had shown them she glanced at Fallon for a reaction as well, before moving on to the samples she had chosen for the pretty redhead.
'Now, for you Fallon I have three outfits. The first is my favorite...a nice sarong style that isn't too loud, and yet very feminine looking. The second dress is also quite lovely, and festive yet a bit more sedate. The last outfit is a little more on the racy side, and quite colorful, but pretty in it's own right.'
Once all the clothes had been shown, Julia again moved back to give Fallon and Cyrus room to see, and inspect the garments.
"What do you think love...want to try any of these on? And did you still want Julia to see if she could find a couple pareus for you...maybe something that would match these...or...did you just want to wear that alone?"
That was an idea that just came to Fallon, and caused her to smile even wider than before. Cyrus had an extraordinary body, firm, fit, and nicely muscular, and she would really enjoy watching that all night long...covered in just a length of material wrapped around his waist.
"Would you wear one? I'm afraid it never occurred to me, but I'm sure the woman here will be able to find some, if I ask. Right now I've only asked her to find me some tropical styled shirts..."
As Fallon was speaking an older woman came through a curtain in back and walked up to the couple. She introduced herself as Julia, and inquired as to how she could assist them tonight.
"Hello Julia, I'm Fallon, and this is Cyrus...I'm the one who spoke to you about getting some tropical shirts and dresses to look at? Suki Langston referred me..."
Waiting for acknowledgement, Julia smiled and held her hand to both Cyrus and Fallon.
'Oh yes! Ms. Langston is such a wonderful customer here, I can't begin to tell you how much we appreciate her business, and referrals. I was able to get several pieces according to your descriptions...did you want to try them on, or take them with you and decide? You can always just have them returned at your leisure. However, if you need anything altered, I can help you with that now as well.'
The woman looked to Fallon first, and then to Cyrus, while Fallon decided which way would be less invasive to Cyrus.
"Why don't you bring us what you have, and then we can decide if we want to try them on or not?"
'That is easily done, Fallon. I'll be right back.'
The woman retreated back behind the curtain again and a scant few minutes later returned with several hangers. Along the back wall, by the dressing rooms, there was a long rod which she hung the clothing from. There were three shirts, and three 'dresses' of sorts.
'For the gentleman I have this shirt, though it is a bit flowery, it is also quite masculine. I also found this shirt...color on color, which still manages to look very tropical, but more sedately. And lastly, we have a shirt that is a nice combination of floral mixed with a dark background, again giving you a more masculine look.'
Julia looked to Cyrus first this time, as she held up each shirt, and then rehung it on the rod, facing him. Once she had shown them she glanced at Fallon for a reaction as well, before moving on to the samples she had chosen for the pretty redhead.
'Now, for you Fallon I have three outfits. The first is my favorite...a nice sarong style that isn't too loud, and yet very feminine looking. The second dress is also quite lovely, and festive yet a bit more sedate. The last outfit is a little more on the racy side, and quite colorful, but pretty in it's own right.'
Once all the clothes had been shown, Julia again moved back to give Fallon and Cyrus room to see, and inspect the garments.
"What do you think love...want to try any of these on? And did you still want Julia to see if she could find a couple pareus for you...maybe something that would match these...or...did you just want to wear that alone?"
That was an idea that just came to Fallon, and caused her to smile even wider than before. Cyrus had an extraordinary body, firm, fit, and nicely muscular, and she would really enjoy watching that all night long...covered in just a length of material wrapped around his waist.
Cyrus
18 years ago
After gracing their host with a brief bow of his head he tried to act as respectable as Suki kept talking him up to be. His familiar had her own idea on how things should be and how people should treat him. Apparently she was also paving the way towards everyone enjoying her work. It was good to see and hear people speak of his familiar, it reminded him that she was doing an excellent job.
Turning his attention to the clothing the woman brought out he could only be impressed with Fallon's taste. All three shirts were silk and of good quality. Her outfits went from sedate to racey. He was quite undecided on what he wished to see her in. Turning towards Julia he spoke to her for the first time in a quiet, authorative voice.
"I would like the red on red shirt with a matching pāreu, though that can intermingle white or black. The shirt needs to be exactly 16 inch neck, 25 inch shoulder to shoulder, 33 chest and at least 25 inches long. Thank you."
Done speaking to the saleswoman, he assumed she would either measure the shirt displayed or go look through her stock. Running a hand down Fallon's arm he smiled at her. "Try yours on love, I would like to see how each looks on you."
Turning his attention to the clothing the woman brought out he could only be impressed with Fallon's taste. All three shirts were silk and of good quality. Her outfits went from sedate to racey. He was quite undecided on what he wished to see her in. Turning towards Julia he spoke to her for the first time in a quiet, authorative voice.
"I would like the red on red shirt with a matching pāreu, though that can intermingle white or black. The shirt needs to be exactly 16 inch neck, 25 inch shoulder to shoulder, 33 chest and at least 25 inches long. Thank you."
Done speaking to the saleswoman, he assumed she would either measure the shirt displayed or go look through her stock. Running a hand down Fallon's arm he smiled at her. "Try yours on love, I would like to see how each looks on you."
Fallon
18 years ago
Thrilled that he liked the red shirt, which happened to be the one Fallon herself liked best, she was also happy to hear Julia answer affirmatively that the pareu could be obtained. And, since Fallon had given Julia the measurements Cyrus had just rattled off, Julia was able to confirm that the shirt on the hanger was already the appropriate size. She took the three shirts down and went about returning two to the back and wrapping the red one, as Fallon took the three dresses into one of the nearby rooms.
She felt a little strange trying clothes on for Cyrus outside of their bedroom. Quite often when she found a new outfit that Suki had purchased for her, she would put it on and parade around in front of him, playing the proper model. But in public it was different. Yet she wanted his opinion, so she said nothing further but closed the door behind her and began removing her clothes.
In order of her preferences, with the first one she put on being her least favorite, Fallon walked out of the room in the long, white dress. It fit her well, but seemed to be just a little loose in the shoulders and waist. Plus, when she looked at herself in the dressing room mirror, she couldn't see where it looked very 'sexy'. In fact, while she had really liked it in the catalog, on her she thought it was better suited for an older woman.
Yet she tried to hold all emotion from her face as she walked back and forth in front of Cyrus, wanting his honest thoughts instead of any influenced by her.
"Don't say anything until you see all three, please." She asked before he opened his mouth, and then grinned, turned and walked back into the room with a definite sway to her hips.
The second one she tried on was probably the sexiest of the three, but also the most gaudy. And the fact that her breasts were barely held in by a thin ribbon, made her feel slightly uncomfortable. God forbid she coughed or sneezed, and she was afraid everything up top would just tumble out for the world to see. Yet she let none of this show on her face as she again waltzed out of the room, she just moved with a little less bounce than what she usually had in her step.
"One more to go!" She noticed Julia had come back into the store and was wrapping Cyrus shirt in tissue, as she too watched Fallon's fashion show.
The last outfit was almost a perfect blend between the dress and the skimpy sarong style, and Fallon loved it. It was silk, like the other two, but a slightly heavier, yet softer weave, and she didn't feel like she would need to worry about losing any parts of it during the evening. Yet she still thought Cyrus would see enough skin to find it sensuous.
This time when she pranced from the room, she again put a little extra sway into her hips, and jaunt into her step, mimicking the hula slightly. She paused in front of Cyrus, turned, backed up a little, and then held her hands outstretched at her sides.
"Okay...which one do you like best?"
She felt a little strange trying clothes on for Cyrus outside of their bedroom. Quite often when she found a new outfit that Suki had purchased for her, she would put it on and parade around in front of him, playing the proper model. But in public it was different. Yet she wanted his opinion, so she said nothing further but closed the door behind her and began removing her clothes.
In order of her preferences, with the first one she put on being her least favorite, Fallon walked out of the room in the long, white dress. It fit her well, but seemed to be just a little loose in the shoulders and waist. Plus, when she looked at herself in the dressing room mirror, she couldn't see where it looked very 'sexy'. In fact, while she had really liked it in the catalog, on her she thought it was better suited for an older woman.
Yet she tried to hold all emotion from her face as she walked back and forth in front of Cyrus, wanting his honest thoughts instead of any influenced by her.
"Don't say anything until you see all three, please." She asked before he opened his mouth, and then grinned, turned and walked back into the room with a definite sway to her hips.
The second one she tried on was probably the sexiest of the three, but also the most gaudy. And the fact that her breasts were barely held in by a thin ribbon, made her feel slightly uncomfortable. God forbid she coughed or sneezed, and she was afraid everything up top would just tumble out for the world to see. Yet she let none of this show on her face as she again waltzed out of the room, she just moved with a little less bounce than what she usually had in her step.
"One more to go!" She noticed Julia had come back into the store and was wrapping Cyrus shirt in tissue, as she too watched Fallon's fashion show.
The last outfit was almost a perfect blend between the dress and the skimpy sarong style, and Fallon loved it. It was silk, like the other two, but a slightly heavier, yet softer weave, and she didn't feel like she would need to worry about losing any parts of it during the evening. Yet she still thought Cyrus would see enough skin to find it sensuous.
This time when she pranced from the room, she again put a little extra sway into her hips, and jaunt into her step, mimicking the hula slightly. She paused in front of Cyrus, turned, backed up a little, and then held her hands outstretched at her sides.
"Okay...which one do you like best?"
Cyrus
18 years ago
Watching intently as his mate tried on clothing then showed off for him was arousing but he was very aware of the salesperson nearby and strove to keep his actions respectable. Dragging Fallon into the dressing area and making love to her against the wall would be inapropriate and probably frowned on. Dragging his mind out of the gutter and willing blood to resume circulation in his brain he tried to answer her question. Each outfit had good points and bad so he very carefully listed his likes and dislikes.
"The first dress was very sedate and modest, while still being pretty. But I do not think it would do as is, it would need to be tailored to fit you better. The second is very sexy but looked a bit like a bathing suit and cover up than dress. Besides you do not want me acting like a jealous beast all evening I am sure. This one is lovely. It is a better quality silk than the others, top is more substantial and will give you proper support while not making me overly protective. This last one also has the benefit of matching somewhat the shirt I chose."
Cyrus made sure not to comment on his visit to Tahiti that the women typically did not cover their breasts. While seeing Fallon topless would be nice, at a party it would be inappropriate. Of course the males wore their pāreu short almost loincloths. Possibly good for a private lounge around the pool but not a party they would host. Still the idea of Fallon in nothing but a short piece of material wrapped around her had his eyes hot as he looked at her. The idea of snarling at Julia to get her to leave them alone flashed through his head but he knew it would be a bad idea. So he simply contented himself with smoldering looks at his love.
"The first dress was very sedate and modest, while still being pretty. But I do not think it would do as is, it would need to be tailored to fit you better. The second is very sexy but looked a bit like a bathing suit and cover up than dress. Besides you do not want me acting like a jealous beast all evening I am sure. This one is lovely. It is a better quality silk than the others, top is more substantial and will give you proper support while not making me overly protective. This last one also has the benefit of matching somewhat the shirt I chose."
Cyrus made sure not to comment on his visit to Tahiti that the women typically did not cover their breasts. While seeing Fallon topless would be nice, at a party it would be inappropriate. Of course the males wore their pāreu short almost loincloths. Possibly good for a private lounge around the pool but not a party they would host. Still the idea of Fallon in nothing but a short piece of material wrapped around her had his eyes hot as he looked at her. The idea of snarling at Julia to get her to leave them alone flashed through his head but he knew it would be a bad idea. So he simply contented himself with smoldering looks at his love.
Fallon
18 years ago
For all her strutting and prancing Fallon was rewarded with looks from Cyrus that gradually got hotter and hotter. It did such wonders for her self esteem to know that he wanted her 'like that' even outside the bedroom. That she returned the feelings didn't seem to register the same to her. He was Cyrus, and everything about him seemed to exude maleness, and sensuality, how could she not be instantly turned on by him? Fortunately though, she was able to put those feelings aside, and maintain a slightly cool exterior, when to do less would have been improper. Leading the life she had, had trained her to school her emotions and actions well.
Yet as she stood there in the last dress, his eyes nearly singed her skin, and she found it impossible to ignore totally. Concentrating on his words, and remembering that Julia also stood there watching, helped.
Before Fallon could agree that the dress Cyrus liked best was the one she also had mentally chosen, Julia burst forth and came to Fallon's side. She was almost gushing in her agreement that the dress was 'perfect' for Fallon, and tugged and brushed against different parts of the outfit, making sure it fit as perfectly.
'You both have exemplary tastes! These two choices you made were as if they were created just for you. I'm so glad we were able to help you with your request. Now Fallon, why don't you go get out of that and I'll get it all wrapped up for you to take.'
The woman nearly burst with enthusiasm, and though Fallon wasn't keen on being rushed about, she also saw no reason to stay longer. The sooner she and Cyrus left, the sooner they would be on their way home.
Grinning to Cyrus, she winked a little brazenly and went back to the dressing room. Minutes later she emerged, again dressed in the clothes she wore into the store, with the other pieces back on their hangers and in her hand.
She rehung the two she wasn't getting, and took the chosen outfit to Julia at the counter.
"Thank you Julia, for finding exactly what we wanted. I won't hesitate to come back to you in the future when we have similar requests."
Yet as she stood there in the last dress, his eyes nearly singed her skin, and she found it impossible to ignore totally. Concentrating on his words, and remembering that Julia also stood there watching, helped.
Before Fallon could agree that the dress Cyrus liked best was the one she also had mentally chosen, Julia burst forth and came to Fallon's side. She was almost gushing in her agreement that the dress was 'perfect' for Fallon, and tugged and brushed against different parts of the outfit, making sure it fit as perfectly.
'You both have exemplary tastes! These two choices you made were as if they were created just for you. I'm so glad we were able to help you with your request. Now Fallon, why don't you go get out of that and I'll get it all wrapped up for you to take.'
The woman nearly burst with enthusiasm, and though Fallon wasn't keen on being rushed about, she also saw no reason to stay longer. The sooner she and Cyrus left, the sooner they would be on their way home.
Grinning to Cyrus, she winked a little brazenly and went back to the dressing room. Minutes later she emerged, again dressed in the clothes she wore into the store, with the other pieces back on their hangers and in her hand.
She rehung the two she wasn't getting, and took the chosen outfit to Julia at the counter.
"Thank you Julia, for finding exactly what we wanted. I won't hesitate to come back to you in the future when we have similar requests."
Cyrus
18 years ago
Cyrus had just made up his mind to lean forward and kiss his mate firmly when the annoying human scurried over. After a few minutes of fussing and overblown compliments Fallon retreated to the dressing room. Watching the entrance of it close he wished he could follow her in. Instead he turned his slightly annoyed gaze at the woman fussing and asked her the total charge. Pealing one hundred dollar bills of of the stack in his money clip to cover the amount of all the pieces and a tip, he had taken care of everything before Fallon emerged. Their choices would be taken home and a matching pāreu delivered in a few days.
Turning to his reclothed love as she emerged the passion rose up within him once more. She was always so lovely, graceful and tempting looking. Pulling her close to his side and trapping her hand between the crook of his elbow and his hand, Cyrus offered her a very hot look. "Everything is taken care of here, love."
Whatever was next on the agenda was sure to be interesting. He simply hoped there was enough time to kiss his woman senseless in the car on the way.
Turning to his reclothed love as she emerged the passion rose up within him once more. She was always so lovely, graceful and tempting looking. Pulling her close to his side and trapping her hand between the crook of his elbow and his hand, Cyrus offered her a very hot look. "Everything is taken care of here, love."
Whatever was next on the agenda was sure to be interesting. He simply hoped there was enough time to kiss his woman senseless in the car on the way.