-- dangerous liaisons

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Satin skin beneath his fingertips, exposing itself to him button by button. he could hear the hitch in her breathing every time another one let go and he couldn't help but grin smugly. he didn't think it would be this easy to bed another intern, usually one or two was as far as he could get before they dished the details over a friday cocktail and essentially locked down his remaining chances with any others. except this time. he liked to call it the christian grey effect, they all wanted to be the ingenue, they all wanted to be the one that changed him, that tamed the womaniser and stand beside him. they were all idiots, but at least this idiocy was working in his favour. "god, you're beautiful.." he breathed into her skin, listening to her light giggles as he kissed over her shoulders as her blouse fell away from them. his kisses trail up her neck, his fingers tangled in her hair. she smelt like a candy store, sickly sweet, her skin and hair doused in the scent, making his nose itch.      His kisses trailed down her bare sternum and she arched up underneath him, breathy moans making him chuckle. "you like that?" he mumbled and she gave a soft, whimpering reply as his kisses dipped lower over her naval. his hands ran up her thighs, underneath the skirt, hitching it higher and higher, his movements achingly slow and soft, the petite redhead mewled in the bed, writhing and bucking anticipating what was to come and squirming when it didn't come soon enough. there was something all too enjoyable about this kind of foreplay, for years he had only bothered with hard and fast, he wasn't worried about her nor her feelings or her body, just about himself, but with age comes wisdom and watching a girl beg him for it had it's own unique pleasures.      Finally though, he had to cave. there was a fine line where too much made them needy and cilngy, if it carried on too long they started to get ideas that he cared, that he was doting on them and he certainly didn't have time for that bullshit. his lavish kisses carried on their work, watching her react to every strategically placed kiss until she was wound up tight. he smirked as she cried to him for more, he couldn't have asked for more. mathilde could stand to learn a lesson or two from her. he rolled her atop of him, hitching that skirt higher and letting his fingertips bit into her hips she started. he groaned at the overwhelming sensations, holding back had it perks for him too. she started down at him, heavy lidded, long auburn locks cascading over her bare skin, she bit down on her bottom lip everytime he bucked his hips upwarded and watched her eyes roll back in her head. "come on baby.." he growled, fingertips rougher now, not just letting her move herself but forcing her hips down harder each time. she cried out and he smirked, her moans louder and louder and he couldn't hear anything but her. which was exactly the problem...      notes the short version lol      music swifty

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Whoever said 'One cannot love without suffering' had truly known what they were talking about. Love, it made a person pathetic, it made them weak. Love blinded a person so they didn't see what was right before their eyes. No matter how strong your will or how desperate you are to avoid it, love always managed to wrap its vicious vines around you. It would be fine, for a time, comforting in it's embrace, but then it's grip began to tighten and thorns began to cut deep. And still, you stay, despite the pain, because you're unable to escape it's painful grip. Even when you tried to escape it, there was truly no fighting it off.    That was exactly what it was like loving someone like Teddy Davenport, even if she would never say the four letter word aloud. That was a war she wasn't willing to lose. It was what had made it so easy for him to weasel his way back into her life, into her bed, into her heart, at least to some capacity. Those feelings hadn't left, not entirely, and it left her all too willing to believe that maybe he had changed. Looking at their situation objectively, she knew her pre-existing suspicion of his disloyalty was more accurate than she had been willing to grasp.    Which had left her open to becoming a pathetic cliche. Even once the door had swung open and several heartbeats passed, her fingers clenched so tight over the doorknob that her knuckles paled and her palm began to cramp -- not that she noticed the physical pain. She was too preoccupied with an overwhelming combination of sadness and anger, both at herself and at him. He had made her promises she knew he would never be able to keep, but her heart allowed her to hope. What a fool she was. In a few short breaths, she manages to go from wanting to desperately rage at him to a cool resolve, a viper coiled tight and ready to spring. Not screaming could be far more effective, but still, above the moaning, she raises her voice.    "If you're going to screw random harlots, perhaps you could choose one that doesn't sound like a dying cat."

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It was equal parts humiliating and satisfying having mathilde walk in on him like this. there was definitely a few things that mathilde could learn from the intern; that wide eyed gaze, that eager to please attitude, but there was so much more that the redhead could learn from mathilde. that being said, there was a lot of mathilde that couldn't be taught. you couldn't learn how to hold herself like she did, with that air of dignity. you could only breed that kind of poise. her haughty arrogance was as attractive to him as the intern's blatant ignorance. mathilde vanderbilt was one of a kind, the kind of girl he would marry if he were ever to consider such a thing. she was everything he could want; she was from a prestigious family, she was clever, she was educated, she knew which fork to use, she knew when to hold her tongue and when to put someone in their place. including him. he loved this banter and he loved her defiance. he loved it as much as he hated it.      She made his blood boil every time she mentioned another man, he had offered her everything she had wanted and she had turned him down, so this was her penance. two could play at this game and she had to know that she was always going to lose. she had to learn that if she wanted to play with fire, she was going to get burnt. tomorrow he would have something lavish and diamond couriered to her apartment, just to ease the blow, but tonight she had to learn if she wanted to try and call the shots, she had to learn the consequences. the intern froze as soon as she heard mathilde, probably both from fear and embarrassment. he had to admit, mathilde sure knew how to make and entrance. like a deer in headlights, the redhead scrambled off him and keeping that horrified gaze to the floor she mumbled apologies as she collected her things in a scramble and fled past mathilde out the door.      Teddy sighed a theatrical, defeated sigh, rolling his eyes at just how meek and pathetic his little intern was. he was hoping she would put on a bit more of a show. so much for fiery redheads. "well if you're going to play hard to get, you can't get all huffy about me screwing random harlots." he responded calmly as he slid out of bed and slid on a pair of jeans. "and if you're not going to put out, you can at least give me the decency of letting me finish, i swear it's like your parent's never taught you any manners. were you raised in brooklyn?" the condescension in his voice was thick. speaking down to her and watching her fiery reactions was one of his favourite past times. "where have you been, tilly?" meeting her at the doorway and purposefully standing too close, encroaching on her personal space, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "what's got you crawling back to me? didn't he scratch your itch?" he taunted.      notes so shit i'm so sorry      music trip j

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A less dignified woman would have broken the woman's nose, made sure she had a visible reminder of who she had messed with. Crude words would be flung, probably accompanied by hair pulling and scratching. Luckily for all involved, Mathilde wasn't that kind of woman. Unluckily, she was the kind of woman that you wished would smack you and be done with it. She had a vicious mind that aided in the destruction of far too many people. Her eyes never left the woman, the sight of her nakedness hardly making her flinch. The look was measured, cold, and entirely deliberate in their silent judgement. The only shift in expression was a slight cock of a brow as she sped out the door. She could have at least said goodbye if she was going to run around spreading her legs for men that most definitely did not belong to her. How pathetic.   It takes all of ten seconds for the woman to be forgotten -- no, not forgotten, stored away for a later date -- and her wrath to be shifted to the man in front of her. She wanted to rage at him, to scream at him, maybe even cry, but those things were beneath her. The first time she had ever done that to a boy, her mother had pulled her aside and muttered a silent reprimand, explaining to her that women of their status simply didn't do such things. She understood and she learned, but it didn't alleviate the impulse to act on that temper. Though through every controlled glance she throws his way, there are still bits that filter through. The door is slammed shut, her shoulders tense. Anger and hurt rolled off her in such thick waves there was no way to contained it.   "You're repulsive."   She's sidestepping him, jerking her head to the side to escape his fingers in her hair. There was... some validity in what he was saying. She knew the kind of man Teddy was, she knew she had strung him along and expected him to play along with her time table. But that wasn't him. Obviously. She doesn't bother to ignore most of what he says, there's no answer for them and she would rather fling herself from the tallest building in New York than admit he was ever right. A smile works it's way onto her face, never quite reaching her eyes. She's not some weak girl he can manipulate, someday he would have to figure that out. For now, she can play his game.   "Crawling back? Oh no, this was just a quick check-in before I spend the night with a dear friend of ours. Unsurprisingly, you broke your promise so at least I can do so without a single ounce of guilt."

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He was often perplexed by his own feelings for mathilde. constantly caught up in a whirlwind of wanting to break her, but being so attracted to her resilience and her refusal to give into him. it was an infuriating and intoxicating combination. what he wouldn't give for one tantrum, one defeated tear, her submission to him. he wanted it so badly, but at the same time he knew that it was her refusal to do so, her strength of character, the strength instilled in her by her family and her breeding, which made him so drawn to her, so attracted to her. every now and then, he would catch her falter, the steely resolve would slip, she would cave just a little and every time he caught that moment it was the perfect middle ground for him, she watched her compose herself again and she was his girl again.      Tonight was no different, he was waiting to catch the falter, poking her like the proverbial bear, waiting for a reaction, waiting to catch her off guard. she side stepped his small gesture and he couldn't help but smirk, watching her avoid his touch now, calling him repulsive, it was only going to make it sweeter later when she was screaming his name. obviously, he was already part way there, she had turned up on his doorstep, dateless, she just couldn't help herself, having to know if he'd kept his promise or not. she may have caught him in the act, but it wasn't anything he didn't want her to see. she had blown off her date, only to catch him proving he didn't need her. he couldn't have planned it any better if this was scripted. his hand snakes out to grab her this time, not giving her a chance to duck away. he grabs her wrist and pulls her close, smirking that 'cat got the cream' grin. "you want a check in, mathilde?" he taunts, moving to pin her between the door and himself, he leans down to kiss her, stopping as his lips barely graze hers. "our friend can wait" he insists. fuck, he wanted her feisty ass so bad right now.      notes so so shit      music

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Initially her heart kicks up, her body instantly recognizing his touch as one she sought more often than she would like to admit. There's a split second where she forgets what he's done, blue eyes falling over him with surprise when he pulls her right back where he wants her. With the cool wood against her back, she feels like a caged animal. There's no where for her to back up, no where for her to sidestep and dodge his touch. Slamming the door had seemed like a good idea in the flare of her temper, but now she was regretting not having an exit. She didn't fear him, but he was doing this deliberately to get under her skin and she hated allowing him such opportunity. Give the man an inch and he would take the world.   The discomfort dissipates as dips close, his lips touching hers, and is replaced with pure hatred. For her, for him, for allowing herself into this situation to begin with. She could smell that woman on him and the thought of letting him kiss her when his lips had just been on her sends her stomach into knots. She almost regrets not breaking her nose now that they're so close and everything about him seems so terribly tarnished. As if he hadn't been for long before she came around.   "You smell like a Whore House."   She turns her face away, jaw clenched, nose scrunched, her expression mirroring the revulsion dripping from her words. She would much rather go back to the days when she felt nothing but that disgust for his actions. Back when the only thing that bothered her was how tasteless he was. He had turned her into another one of the many girls strolling from his room. But unlike them, she was far more selfish. She didn't get crushed when he lost interest and didn't change, she got angry because what she wanted, she got, and right now, he was hindering her ability to get what she wanted.   "Back off, you've lost the privilege to touch me anymore, remember? You might want to show me a little more respect, unless you'd like me to tell the press why I really left New York. I'm sure they would love to hear that story. So would your board and stock holders, i'm sure. Honesty is the best policy, right?"

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There was only two ways this could go - she could fight or she could submit. the old mathilde would submit, she would let herself resist for a moment or two, but it would only be a matter of time before she caved. she would slowly let herself into his arms, she would slowly let herself respond to his kiss, not letting go of her anger but slowly and surely giving into him. mathilde had changed, he wasn't sure if he had, had he gotten worse? better? but mathilde had definitely changed from the girl he'd known back then. he had jaded her, scarred her and left it hard for her to trust him. he wasn't sure if he wanted her trust, was it necessary if he could have her body and that fiery disposition?      This mathilde though, wasn't willing to submit. she was fighting him with every inch of her resolve. her words were childish but full of venom and he couldn't help but chuckle. she turned her face away from him as he tried to kiss her, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on her wrist. everything she did pissed him off and turned him on at the same time. he loved the challenge, he loved the fight, but at the same time his blood boiled every time she denied him. he couldn't let her go, not yet, not without touching her skin, not before he let her know that she wasn't quite as in control and she liked to believe. he caught her chin in his fingers, pulling her face and her gaze back towards him, god she was beautiful. even when she was furious. she tried to pull away and his grip tightened on her chin, holding her for a moment longer.      Her words were a lot less childish this time, but the venom was still there, rolling off her in waves. "look at you," he muse with an arrogant, yet amused grin. "blackmail, tilly? i didn't think you had it in you." he couldn't help but be a little impressed that she would go that far. he had a feeling she wouldn't, outing him as a man that sold a night with his girlfriend for the deed to his own hotel would be crushing, but to name herself publicly as a girl that had not only been traded but agreed to it, was just as damaging to her own reputation. he let go of her chin and her wrist, stepping back and giving her space. "ok, i'll bite." he conceded with a chuckle, curiosity getting the best of him because he knew that he held all the cards. "what's in it for you? what do you want from me to keep that pretty mouth shut."      notes so so shit      music

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The entire year Mathilde had spent away, she had hardened significantly. She had always been disconnected from her peers, always had her ever so exclusive clique, the only people whose opinions ( mostly ) mattered to her. She knew how to ruin a girls reputation in a few short hours, she knew how to find details about people that they thought were buried deep. But it had never extended to the men in her life. It had always been catty drama that she could hide behind a charming smile and a sweet disposition. It wasn't until Teddy pushed too far that she found this new cold resolve. She had too much time to stew in her anger and harness that against him. Her plotting had only done so much against him once she was actually face-to-face with him and she hated it.    Lips purse at his determination to keep her there, to control her. The men she had traveled with hadn't been the classiest people, they hadn't been the kind of people she would openly be associated with here, but at least they were kind. Something she wasn't sure Teddy knew how to be, unless it was convenient for him. And even then, she wasn't entirely sure it was genuine. She hold the eye contact, refusing to balk at his aggression. Admitting defeat in his presence wasn't something she could ever take back, he would wield it like a sword every chance he got, that much she was confident in.   Yes, revealing that kind of information would be damaging to her reputation, but her year away hadn't exactly been a secret. She had already suffered the storm and part of her was unsure the truth could hurt all that much more. But was she willing to risk it? Was she willing to drag herself through the gutters to strike him where it hurt? She wasn't entirely sure, but he didn't need to know that. A smirk crooks one corner of her lips, amusement coating her words. It was faux arrogance, but it was certainly a good mask and it worked to get him away from her, to keep his filthy paws off her.    "There's nothing you have that I want, Davenport. aside from you leaving me alone. I asked you not to sleep with other women, you failed in that simple request."

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There were those in his circle of friends that wouldn't dare associate with a girl like her, not anymore. there were one's that would have tied her down years ago, married her and her family name and money and lived ever after, regardless of whether it was happily or faithfully. teddy was neither of those people, he wasn't by any stretch of the imagination ready to settle down but he wasn't ready to turn away from her. she was the closest thing he had come to commitment, and it was purely based around this power struggle. this back and forth, the cat and mouse mentality of it all. 12 months had passed and he had only been biding his time, waiting for her to come back, waiting to gloat over his victory, over her defeat and humiliation. but at the same time, he loathed the idea she had lived without him, that other's had touched her, that she had soiled that family name and pristine reputation with her idiocy and recklessness.      He knew the rumours about her sister and he had always thought she was the strong one. but there was a difference between strong and stubborn and he was irritated that maybe she was stupid enough to be the latter. he wasn't opposed her to her blackmail, letting her think she had the upper hand could be a fun twist, letting her think that he was indebted to her could be fun too. he didn't mind the back and forth, relinquishing just enough for her to think she had control, to let her take the reins. he might just give her enough rope to hang herself or he could find out something interesting about her character. he had nothing to lose, regardless, she was stubborn and reckless but she wasn't about to lower her standing more. this wasn't a suicide mission, if he gave a little, she may just give a little.      He played his part well, he put his hands up in mock defeat. a smirk mars those thick dark lips and he enjoys her sense of supremacy just as much as she is. she pretended that there was nothing she wanted, but she wouldn't have asked for respect a moment ago if she was going to follow through with all these empty threats. "it is a pity for me, you are a whole different creature when you get fiery.." he mused with a smirk, "but it takes two to tango, pet. if you want to play games, running around with other men, you can't pout when i call your bluff." she was only upset because this time she lost, but he was willing to let her play another hand, to use whatever card she had been keeping up her sleeve. "i can't help it if i'm a jealous man, tilly. i make poor decisions in the heat of the moment, especially if i think i've lost something that means a lot to me..." he could have been speaking of her, or his hotel, or even both, he shrug with an apologetic smile.      notes so so shit      music RHONY

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Just like every other foolish woman that wandered through these doors, Mathilde had bouts of amnesia regarding Teddy's character. She allowed him to charm her, buy her pretty little trinkets, woo her back into submission -- at least, whatever minor degree of submission she was capable of. Those moments of weakness, where she showed that she was just like them, that she wanted him to change as much as they did, made her stomach churn. It was humiliating on it's own, but significantly worse when she looked into his eyes and saw how clear it was to him when he had managed to wrap her around his finger. She couldn't help the cringe that stretched the muscle of her jaw into a taught line.     "Call my bluff? This was not calling my bluff, this was you being incapable of holding up your end of a bargain. If you're this unreliable, then why should I wait around, listening to your tantrums about who I'm with?"   Jealousy. Right. She knew he was a jealous man -- it was one of her favorite things to prod whenever she grew impatient with him  -- but this time she wasn't enjoying his excuses. She wasn't going to let her guard down, she couldn't, not with him. He knew how to exploit those weaknesses and ruin any bit of ground you might have gained. It left her bristling, tense, like a cat watching a bird hop from branch to branch. "Bite me," she tosses the immature words at him with the same touch of venom, but even as they pass her lips, she knows they're not weighed as much as her previous remarks. Those were the ones intended to sting. "I don't belong to you. I'll be with who I want and unless you want to go celibate, that's not going to change anytime in the future, no matter how jealous you get."   Neither of them were going to win if they kept going in these circles, surely he knew that, but just like her, he wasn't willing to back down. He knew the woman he had passed around, he couldn't imagine the lengths she would go to to make him hurt. But he was right about one thing --- she wasn't confident that she would be able to follow through with an act that would ruin her reputation more than it already was. She arches a brow, returning to her previously disconnected tone. ""Have fun with your low rent office girls."

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he wanted to touch her, he wanted to hold her, he palms itched as he fought himself for some restraint. he was a red blooded male after all, she'd interrupted him mid-act and there was still an itch he needed scratched, not to mention there was a territorial part of him that was desperate to lay a claim on her before he had a chance to step out of this room, to keep her from her date, whether it was real or not. she was working hard to push all his buttons, especially because he wasn't particularly in the mood for this little tête-à-tête she was so keen to drag out. he had probably shot himself in the foot earlier, telling her anything she wanted to hear to keep her from her date, but she should have known that what applied to him didn't apply to her. it was the way of the world, despite what the feminists out there had her believing. her words got more cutting, she was throwing knives to to find one that would stick, but he wasn't going to let them. their banter had limited appeal, especially when it wasn't leading to the loaded innuendo and flirting he wanted it to. if she wasn't going to calm down and give him, he'd make her. "I DON'T WANT A LOW RENT OFFICE GIRL.."    he responded, once again surging forward to encroach on her personal space, before she had a chance to dodge him, he caught her by the wrist, his other hand moving to her waist, as he pushed her back against the door. it wasn't sudden or violent, but it definitely had a quite force to the action. he let his frame block her in, his hand moved from her wrist and leant against the door, blocking her escape. he smirked at her obvious displeasure and closed the last of the gap between their bodies. then his hands on her waist, gripping tighter then he probably should have, holding her steadfast as he leaned into her lips. she flinched away and he didn't let it phase him for a moment, letting his lips find the elegant slope of her neck. his kisses, mingling with the graze of his teeth, moved over her skin, she squirmed but he ignored her. his fingers gripped tighter on her waist as she tried to pull away. he nipped her neck, probably rougher then intended, but she had told him to, after all. hopefully it would leave a mark, dark and obvious for the next man that came along tonight. she struggled against him and he growled low, talking into her skin. "YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE" _____________________________________ NOTES: only a little bit rapey and a lot of god moding