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Post by Vincent Reed on Dec 23, 2008 19:13:19 GMT -1
"What makes you so positive that I was offering to protect you?" Vincent asked protectively, backpeddling from the spot he seemed to have put himself into. "I haven't been in a legitamate fight since World War 2, maybe I was asking to stay by you so that you could protect me? Nothing terrible will befall a beauty like you, so perhaps I should stay to remain out of harm's way. Besides, the strength you exude is more than appealing," Vincent smirked kindly as he finished his statement.
He allowed his eyes to trail up and down her body in a way that most obviously spelt that he was admiring how her body moved, how lovely she looked in the outfit she was wearing. He took a sip of his drink, she truly was a beauty. Much like a nice crisp autumn's evening, she was a breath of fresh air. After years of femme fatals and bra burners, it was nice to find a sane woman within the multitudes.
Maybe it was her beauty, maybe it was the brains that seemed to come along with the pretty face, but whatever it was Vincent couldn't think of what to say. This was the first time that this had happened since he was a young man. He always knew what to say to beautiful women, maybe it was becaue they shared a common beauty, but Autumn was so unlike any other woman he had met. How was he to treat her? Maybe she was so different he could try something new with her.
"I'll let you know, it's not often that I come across a woman like you. You seem to have left me at a loss for words. If the reason you're here tonight didn't exist, I'd most likely ask you to go out to eat with me. Unfortunately, that's not an option. So, what would be another way to woo a woman such as yourself?"
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Dec 23, 2008 19:56:33 GMT -1
Autumn smirked as he did, shaking her head and rolling her eyes lightly as he made mention that he would need protecting. She hardly thought that was the case.
"Oh yes, you who is so week and vunerable..." She scoffed, a light chuckle escaping from her lips, "I very much doubt it."
His eyes moved over her body, and she traced the lines of his face as she felt the trembling skip of a heartbeat as she moved over her body with those gorgeous eyes. What was it about him that sent shivers over her skin?
"Oh really?" She smiled then, slowly bringing her eyes back up to his, at mention that she had left him with out words, "I will take that as a compliment." she smiled, fleetingly so.
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Post by Vincent Reed on Dec 23, 2008 20:08:19 GMT -1
"Take it was you'd like," he said, taking another swig of his drink. What is it about this woman that left him wanting more words to come out of her mouth? Her voice was like the tinkling of bells, as cliché as he realized it sounded after he thought of it.
She hadn't helped him figure out how best to woo her. It bothered him that she hadn't been of much assistance, but the smirk, the chuckle, that shiver she probably thought no one would notice, that seemed to be enough for him.
He leaned toward her, across the table and brushed his fingertips against her hand. Her skin was so soft and warm and it took all of his self-control to keep from grabbing her hand and holding onto it. She was a modern day woman, something that he could have gotten away with when he was younger certainly wouldn't pass in this time.
"I don't suppose you'd care to dance, Autumn," Vincent asked. He didn't know what else to do. He had been told when he was younger that he light on his feet, so he hoped that this maybe it would help.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Dec 29, 2008 18:59:50 GMT -1
As he leaned toward her, she bit nervously on the inside of her cheek, her eyes darting away from his, unsure as to what he would do. His fingertips brushed against her hand and she could not help but smile toward him.
"I'm not really the dancing type," Autumn said quietly. Give her a hand gun and a firing range and she was well at home. Give her a dance floor and she was like a fish out of water, "I don't think I know how..."
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Post by Vincent Reed on Dec 30, 2008 2:49:10 GMT -1
That smile that graced her lips was just what he needed to continue on his way. If the other things she had done that night hadn't told her that she liked him, even just a bit, that smile when he touched her hand was the green card he needed.
"Oh, come on, Autumn. You may say you're not the dancing type now, but that's because you've danced with a man like me," Vincent stood and placed his hand out for Autumn to take it. He knew that if she were as opinionated as she seemed to be, she wouldn't be coy and shake her had but take his hand anyways. He pretty much expected her to yell at him, to tell him to sit down. To which he had a back up plan, he would get down on his knees and beg for a dance. And if that didn't work, well he'd have to ask for a kiss instead. Vincent half hoped it would get that far, half hoped it wouldn't, but at least he had back up plans. It's always best to be thinking ahead.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Dec 31, 2008 12:37:37 GMT -1
"Oh, come on, Autumn. You may say you're not the dancing type now, but that's because you've danced with a man like me,"
“Hmmmm,” Autumn smirked, “Very secure in your masculinity there luv,” She grinned widely at his comment about never dancing with a man like he. She watched him rise and offer her his hand, and for a moment or two she simply looked at it with a confused glint in her eye. Should she dance? This could turn into a night of public humiliation. Autumn had been thrown across roof tops by demons, spent evenings in the company of angels looking down their nose at her humanity, she had even been stalked by Lucifer. Dancing, was a far worse, terrifying fate.
“I’m not dancing,” She said with a nervous smile, “Isn’t gonna happen luv...”
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Post by Vincent Reed on Dec 31, 2008 21:17:08 GMT -1
"Of course I'm confident, darling. How could I live with myself without being more than confident?" Vincent was put off by her statement, how could she judge his masculinity just because he had a feeling she probably never had met a man like himself. As far as he was aware, he was an original and she'd never run across a man like himself.
She smiled at him, a smile laced in nervousness. She didn't want to dance, he knew that much already, but he didn't know how else he could get the woman to open up to him. Talking about work was so boring, and she didn't want to pretend to be like normal humans.
He got down on one knee and took Autumn's hand in both of his own, he looked into her eyes warmly. "Autumn, darling, please dance with me?" He asked. "If you go onto that dance floor, there's a chance we may find who you're out here to catch if you just get out there and do stuff."
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