La Belle Epoque
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Angel the Series › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,057
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
0
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La Belle Epoque 4
La Belle Epoque #4
Such extravagance! Mirrors all around, creating the illusion of an even larger space. Plush drapes, elegant galleries, exuberant orchestra raised up on a platform at one end of the huge dancefloor. Teeming with hedonists, potential victims.
Distracted for a moment as the crowds parted, Angelus gazed in gleeful admiration as a young woman took to the floor, skirts swirling as she began dancing with a much older man. He'd seen the galup before, of course, and the uproarious chahut, in other music halls throughout the century. But nothing quite like this, so audacious and downright titillating. Shapely legs flashing and kicking, revealing saucily-embroidered bloomers to the enthralled audience.
Tearing his eyes away, he saw that William had attracted an admirer of his own. It happened often enough; didn't mean he had to like it, though. Angelus frowned, standing aside as the girl made her play for his Will. Her dress was bright and pretty, if a little worn in places and slightly frayed at the hem; the powder on her cheeks disguising her palour but only serving to accentuate her thin, hungry features. But the way she held herself, even as her slender frame swayed in time to the music, the intelligent sparkle in her eyes, indicated a young lady born to better than this.
No doubt she saw in William a more than usually pleasurable evening; hardly work at all. A charming, well-mannered, shyly smiling young Englishman; well dressed, full pockets, certain to put food in her belly for days to come if she could coax him and please him. His scowl gave way to an expression of mild amusement. She may have fallen on hard times, but the worst was yet to come, poor dear!
She could take his hand, by all means; lean in close and whisper in his ear; begin to draw him away through the crowd to somewhere more private, a secluded corner. Make her sad little plans to tease and stroke and kiss, to pick his pockets as she squirmed on his lap. But all the coquettish smiles in the world wouldn't save her now!
As the couple picked their way through the boisterous throng, moving towards a curtained area at the far-side of the dancefloor, Angelus grabbed a bottle of absinthe from a near-by table and began to follow, keeping a discreet distance. William hesitated as the girl reached for one of the long red drapes, gently pulling her back towards him, brushing his lips against her narrow cheek.
"My friend will be joining us." He spoke carefully, distinctly.
As she glanced over William's shoulder, catching sight of Angelus, he raised the bottle, winking to her. If she was disappointed that her night was likely to involve more effort than she originally had hoped, she did her very best to disguise it. "As you wish, monsieur" she agreed with a slight nod, leaning into William's light embrace as he took the lead and guided her behind the curtain.
Another delightful surprise! The private alcove was small, intimate; two long wooden benches built into the walls on either side of a narrow table, the seating festooned with satin cushions, colourful and plump. Angelus paused only to cast a quick glance back across the dancefloor. No-one was paying them any attention, and why would they, with so many other delightful distractions on offer? Slipping inside, he carefully replaced the drapes and turned to see William pressing some bills into the girl's outstretched hand. Smiling gratefully, she hitched up her skirt, slipping her reward under her garter.
Eyes wide and unblinking, she smiled up at William before half-turning to Angelus. "I have little English. But understand much. Instruct me."
Her dilated pupils seemed to indicate that she had taken a little something to help her through the night. Still new at this game, then. Unable to meet Angelus' appraising stare for more than a moment, she lowered her lids, a charming flush warming her cheeks, the pulse in her thoat throbbing enticingly.
"You are very lovely" William complimented her, moving up behind her, gently tracing his fingertips the length of her bare arms until his hands came to rest at her shoulders. "Very lovely" he repeated softly, mouth at her ear.
"And you, monsieur, most handsome."
Although the heavy drapes did nothing to mute the swell of noise from the dancefloor, it was almost as if they were in a secret little world of their own. Angelus raised the bottle to his lips, taking a generous slug of the bitter, bright green liquid. Shuddering at the taste, knuckles whitening as he fiercely gripped the glass, he watched as William's hands slid to the girl's waist; as he began to trail soft kisses down her pale neck. He always felt secure in his timelessness, in his incredible power, in his relentless pursuit of pleasure and death-bringing. Invincible; save for the sudden stab of pain in his gut he experienced now as he realised that William was unbuttoning himself, one hand still resting proprietorially at the girl's hip as he worked. Grimacing, Angelus took another swig.
"Let's make ourselves more comfortable" William murmured, easing himself back onto the cushion-strewn bench.
The discomfort in his belly eased a little. William's soft words may have been for her, but his eyes were all for Angelus. Darkening with lust, blood-lust, speaking volumes, drawing him in.
TBC
Such extravagance! Mirrors all around, creating the illusion of an even larger space. Plush drapes, elegant galleries, exuberant orchestra raised up on a platform at one end of the huge dancefloor. Teeming with hedonists, potential victims.
Distracted for a moment as the crowds parted, Angelus gazed in gleeful admiration as a young woman took to the floor, skirts swirling as she began dancing with a much older man. He'd seen the galup before, of course, and the uproarious chahut, in other music halls throughout the century. But nothing quite like this, so audacious and downright titillating. Shapely legs flashing and kicking, revealing saucily-embroidered bloomers to the enthralled audience.
Tearing his eyes away, he saw that William had attracted an admirer of his own. It happened often enough; didn't mean he had to like it, though. Angelus frowned, standing aside as the girl made her play for his Will. Her dress was bright and pretty, if a little worn in places and slightly frayed at the hem; the powder on her cheeks disguising her palour but only serving to accentuate her thin, hungry features. But the way she held herself, even as her slender frame swayed in time to the music, the intelligent sparkle in her eyes, indicated a young lady born to better than this.
No doubt she saw in William a more than usually pleasurable evening; hardly work at all. A charming, well-mannered, shyly smiling young Englishman; well dressed, full pockets, certain to put food in her belly for days to come if she could coax him and please him. His scowl gave way to an expression of mild amusement. She may have fallen on hard times, but the worst was yet to come, poor dear!
She could take his hand, by all means; lean in close and whisper in his ear; begin to draw him away through the crowd to somewhere more private, a secluded corner. Make her sad little plans to tease and stroke and kiss, to pick his pockets as she squirmed on his lap. But all the coquettish smiles in the world wouldn't save her now!
As the couple picked their way through the boisterous throng, moving towards a curtained area at the far-side of the dancefloor, Angelus grabbed a bottle of absinthe from a near-by table and began to follow, keeping a discreet distance. William hesitated as the girl reached for one of the long red drapes, gently pulling her back towards him, brushing his lips against her narrow cheek.
"My friend will be joining us." He spoke carefully, distinctly.
As she glanced over William's shoulder, catching sight of Angelus, he raised the bottle, winking to her. If she was disappointed that her night was likely to involve more effort than she originally had hoped, she did her very best to disguise it. "As you wish, monsieur" she agreed with a slight nod, leaning into William's light embrace as he took the lead and guided her behind the curtain.
Another delightful surprise! The private alcove was small, intimate; two long wooden benches built into the walls on either side of a narrow table, the seating festooned with satin cushions, colourful and plump. Angelus paused only to cast a quick glance back across the dancefloor. No-one was paying them any attention, and why would they, with so many other delightful distractions on offer? Slipping inside, he carefully replaced the drapes and turned to see William pressing some bills into the girl's outstretched hand. Smiling gratefully, she hitched up her skirt, slipping her reward under her garter.
Eyes wide and unblinking, she smiled up at William before half-turning to Angelus. "I have little English. But understand much. Instruct me."
Her dilated pupils seemed to indicate that she had taken a little something to help her through the night. Still new at this game, then. Unable to meet Angelus' appraising stare for more than a moment, she lowered her lids, a charming flush warming her cheeks, the pulse in her thoat throbbing enticingly.
"You are very lovely" William complimented her, moving up behind her, gently tracing his fingertips the length of her bare arms until his hands came to rest at her shoulders. "Very lovely" he repeated softly, mouth at her ear.
"And you, monsieur, most handsome."
Although the heavy drapes did nothing to mute the swell of noise from the dancefloor, it was almost as if they were in a secret little world of their own. Angelus raised the bottle to his lips, taking a generous slug of the bitter, bright green liquid. Shuddering at the taste, knuckles whitening as he fiercely gripped the glass, he watched as William's hands slid to the girl's waist; as he began to trail soft kisses down her pale neck. He always felt secure in his timelessness, in his incredible power, in his relentless pursuit of pleasure and death-bringing. Invincible; save for the sudden stab of pain in his gut he experienced now as he realised that William was unbuttoning himself, one hand still resting proprietorially at the girl's hip as he worked. Grimacing, Angelus took another swig.
"Let's make ourselves more comfortable" William murmured, easing himself back onto the cushion-strewn bench.
The discomfort in his belly eased a little. William's soft words may have been for her, but his eyes were all for Angelus. Darkening with lust, blood-lust, speaking volumes, drawing him in.
TBC