[Passionate Shadow]

00[00:26] <@PS> Tempo squirmed a bit in his seat feeling as if where he were sitting-had be come much too warm for comfort even in the air conditioned room. He slipped a soft tongue over his strawberry pink lips out of nervous coating them with a glossy shimmer of saliva."N-no... I'm not really from around here..." Tempo started softly. As her toe caressed the back of his knee Tempo gave a little jumpy jolt and his knees hit the bottom of the table causing the dishes to clink a little. "Ow!" He squeaked as he moved back and placed his back against the the seat as he brought his hands down to soothe over the now soar spot as crystal droplets formed in his eyes making them gloss over and become shiny with the appearance of wet glass.
03[00:26] * Pastel sets mode: +s
07[00:33] <@Pastel> The woman shook her head, and tutted her tongue, as if Tempo were some sort of youngling, running about the table and playing. "Now now, lets be careful, shall we?" She cooed, rising from her seat, and kneeling beside his. She turned the chair to face outward, and rather brashly lifted the poor teary thing's skirt, to check his knees for bruises. "I hope you're not hurt, darling. I'd feel
[00:33] <@Pastel> simply awful if your perfect skin were marred..." Though soon, she added a thoughtful addition. "Well... perhaps if it were by my own palm to a certain area, the idea wouldn't be terribly insufferable..." All the same, she soon scooped the boy up under his arms, and pulled him to her own seat, settling the darling atop her lap, upright for now. At five feet ten inches, and in heels to boot,
[00:33] <@Pastel> she certainly didn't seem to struggle with him.
00[00:52] <@PS> Tempo watched her get up and his expression wavered towards confusion. He blinked watching he go down. As if some one kicked a puppy he squeaked setting his hands down on his skirt around the crotch area. He shivered slightly as he was picked up and soon found himself sitting in her lap. "W-what? D;" he asked hoping he hadn't heard her correctly. He felt awkward and small seated in her lay and couldn't help but fidget here an there. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable if I sat across or next to you Ma'am? " He asked in a shaky tone as he tried to rid that choked sound of pre tears from his voice.
00[00:52] <@PS> Tempo was wondering just why Julian deemed it okay for Tempo to be waiting on this one. She seemed to be an awfully bit touchy. The lavender haired little imp moved in an attempt to get up off her lap and on to his feet. He didn't like it when his feet didn't touch the floor - it didn't matter if it were two feet or two inches.
07[00:58] <@Pastel> Shaking her head, The woman gripped Tempo's chin gently in her fingers, as her thumb stroked over a blushing cheek. "Oh no no no, I want you right here, where I can keep you safe. I couldn't stand you hurting yourself again, my careless little cupcake. Heaven forbid you fall, or misplace your silverware." At that wiggle, she gave him a stern look, and settled a hand over his backside as well.
[00:58] <@Pastel> "Darling, do I have to call your boss, and tell him you're being a little fussy britches? That can't end well for you at all..." She had a touch of sympathy in her voice, but it was greatly overshadowed with merriment, as her palm patted the ruffle-covered backside lightly, and meaningfully.
00[01:06] <@PS> The boy's pointed ears fell hearing those words. "N-no..." he offered gently in response a twinge hesitant. "I'm very sorry Ma'am you happen to just fri- Surprised me is all. " Tempo offer his small condolence refraining from the word 'frightened'. "It's nice to meet your acquaintance... My name is Tempo." The lavender runt offered feeling as if he should know someone's name if they were getting to be this closely settled.
07[01:16] <@Pastel> "It's lovely to meet you Tempo." She returned, tucking a bit of hair behind one of those pointed ears, her fingertips lingering on it's edge, the sharp edge of one nail trailing down the tender flesh. "My name... is Juliette." she whispered into it. Dragging Tempo's drink across the table, she held it up to his lips, seemingly intent on pressing every bit of boundry when it came to personal
[01:16] <@Pastel> space, within the few minutes she had been there. "Go on~" She urged.
00[01:28] <@PS> Tempo felt a child run down his spine as he Nail graced his ear. It took every shred of his willpower not to give an in voluntary jump whilst seated in her lap. His small flicked from the heat of her breath. He looked towards her pretty blue eyes hearing that name and repeated it softly. " Juliette? That's a very pretty name." Tempo offered gently liking the soft ring to it. The name however only seemed to remind him of some one else. Tempo turned to look towards Julian's Direction before she brought up his drink. "T-thank you Ma'am." He swallowed the uncomfortable feeling in his throat and his toes curled gently and his ankles bent tipping his feet upwards. He reach out in an attempt to take the cup in both his own hands. "I really like you hair... It's a lovely shade and it goes very well with those pretty eyes." Tempo offered. He heaved a heavy breath and slowly let it out through slightly puckered, glossy, pink lips. His eyes shifted back to that opened door a moment and he looked back to her bright eyes taking in their vibrant color. " Tu es très jolie." He offered her a brighter smile. " Que tu es belle! Ess kuh too ay see doo ku tayz yuh?" He gave a little two sellable giggle as he brought a pale glove clad hand up to his mouth trying to be 'cute'.
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07[01:44] <@Pastel> Juliette smiled at that little shiver, and instead, tipped the glass a bit, to Tempo's lips, not offering him the option to use his own hands. Once he had done so, she would set the glass down. "Ma oui! What a smart little boy he is! What other talents are you wasting away in these little frocks, delivering drinks to lecherous clientelle?" She herself still hadn't removed her hand from where
[01:44] <@Pastel> it rested on his backside. "Such a charming conversationalist, ma petite fleur~." And at that last question, her eyes darkened a bit, her dominant air showing through them easily enough. "Les apparences peuvent être trompeuses. yeux de glace, ardente l'âme."
00[01:57] <@PS> Tempo carefully took a sip to please her before straightening his skirt and folding his little hands in his lap. He smiled seeing how positively she reacted at first before feeling that gut wrenching ominous foreboding sensation keep up in his insides turning and twisting him in to knots. "Ahaha... Chat échaudé craint l'eau froide.” Tempo offered gently before moving his hand to push back a few stray bangs. Anything to keep his attention from fidgeting. Tempo was quite visibly nervous as his right foot started to twirl it's self in slow circles. She was an awful lot like Julian only she seemed a little meaner. He wasn't entirely sure just yet.
07[02:04] <@Pastel> "A 'fraidy cat is much more fun to play with, than a brash little stray... wouldn't you agree, mon petit?" She asked, making two of her fingers 'walk' up Tempo's long, slender thighs, starting at the knee and getting higher and higher up. "After all, it's no fun without a little chase~" Though she more fancied herself the cat, and Tempo the mouse, in this particular game. If only the guard
[02:04] <@Pastel> dog would take some time off. Then she could have some real fun with his cute little toy. "This one seems to be a spoiled little housekitten, with all his bows, and pretty manners..."
00[02:14] <@PS> "I have a kitten~ " Tempo chirped as he shifted his legs and crossed them. " Porcelet Was a stray but now Porcelet is safe and sound." Tempo nodded softly. " Ne réveillez pas le chat qui dort. La nuit, tous les chats sont gris." He offered a nervous little giggle. He glanced nervously back to Julian's office door once more and added in. " Souris qui n'a qu'un trou est bientôt prise." He seemed to be grateful in the least to use his other wordly skills to chit chat with her and hopefully keep her entertained. After all that seemed to be what she came here for~
[02:23] <@Pastel> "Oh? Is he as adorable as you? I suppose he's just a pampered little thing, isn't he? All warm milk, and bowls of tuna, hm?" Juliette asked, sweetly. The boy was simply charming. No wonder her brother seemed so smitten. "Ah, une souris avec un seul trou ne sera jamais perdu. Rappeler que." Their little game in french was all the more fun, as not a soul, save a few would know just what was
[02:23] <@Pastel> being said. It tempted her to speak less candidly... but seeing as her brother was one of such souls, she supressed the urge.
00[02:39] <@PS> Tempo visibly smiled as a little smirk graced his lips and he felt his heart warm up a bit. "Qui ne risque rien n'a rien." Tempo cleared his throught and turned to peck her on the cheek. " Zhuh vee dah moor ay doh doos. ; w;" He squeaked gently as he sifted softly his face flushing bright red right up to the tips of his ears. "Puis-je vous ramener quelque chose à boire?" Tempo asked feeling a little antsy and wanting to take a quick walk . Sitting in her lap was like sitting in the hot seat for an interrogation almost. Perhaps she would give him a teensy tiny break way from her for just a few moments. After all he was just a bit daring with her~ She'd been teasing and awful lot so perhaps that's just what she wanted.
[03:56] <@Pastel> At that little challenge, her own grin widened, and she decided the boy was right. What was life without a little danger? "car nous avons beaucoup d'eau ... Mayhaps je devrais vous fournir avec amour puis, petit morveux." And with that, she picked him up, crossed her legs, and set the boy straddling one of them, the skirt of his dress sliding up to a scandelous level as his legs separated.
[03:56] <@Pastel> She then reached out, and set the pad of her thumb against his lower lip, pulling it down a bit, and approaching, with a pair of sinfully red lips.
03[06:05] * Pastel is now known as Pastel|doodles