With a crack of the door and soon the charming blonde Philip was just inches away from her. A subtle laugh escaped her lips as he softly brushed his lips against her pale cheek. It was funny in a way seeing Danny Boy, as she had once called him years ago, act like a well versed and elegant nobleman. Her broad lips widened in a silly grin. Oh how he reminded her so much of some childhood sweetheart she should have had. “Good morning, dear.” she purred softly, while being pulled into his bedroom.
Like the other rooms it was spacious, overly extravagant and entirely too big for one lone man. It was also spotless, clothes neatly pressed and put away, the huge bed fluffed and done up nicely. With just the two of them flashes of old memories paraded in her mind, a gentle reminder of past feelings rose once again. Vivian’s tongue lightly slid over her lips in habit , wetting them. Her red hair bounced and flowed against her exposed collarbones with her nodding head. Yes, she would expect nothing less than for Philip to help her pick out a dress. And if she could, she would make the process last as long as possible.
Of course this was all part of the game that Vivian played with Philip. Vi enjoyed having that boy wrapped around her finger more than anything. Even more than the initial pursuing and seducing of her own powerful husband, though that wasn’t very much work. The two had a power bond connecting them from the start, an attraction that couldn’t be contained. But with Philip is was different, it was so familiar, so sweet, so gentle. Feelings that had been molded and found through years of friendship. This game that Vi played was cruel, to the both of them. She loved seeing his puppy dog love and the secret masochist in her loved the torture.
This little dress up session would provide plenty of opportunity for Vivian to show off her stunning figure. Of course she would play sweet, and pretend to make him be a gentleman and turn around, but deep down Vi would enjoy every second of revealing herself. Her blue eyes swept around the room, taking in the deep calming silence of the room. In the hallway it was much more upbeat and noisy.
Absentmindedly Vivian’s hands came to Philip’s chest. Her fingers played with the edge, curling around the thin fabric that absorbed his heat. A nearly invisible smile played on her face, lighting it up. “Yes, of course.” Vi responded, there was no going back now. She let a moment of tension play between them before looking away from him. As if scouting the room, she left his side and lolled onto the huge bed. Her weight ruffled the bedding slightly, a puff of air exasperating out. A pool of blood red hair framed her porcelain face before moving herself so that she was able to see Philip. The silky, thin negligee rose to mid thigh as she sat up on the bed.
“There seems to be one problem though..” she began in a serious tone, just to play with him. Her face was stone cold, as if to tell him the worst news. A list of ideas that would ruin poor Philip's day came to her. She could tell him that the High King was expecting her in an hour. That the dinner had been cancelled. More rebels perhaps? Better not. This major tease was already going to be hard enough.
“I don’t believe you have any dresses in here, Danny Boy.” Only in the most private settings did she refer to him as Danny. A couple of servant had caught the name being tossed around, but just assumed it was some kind of pet name. After speaking she brought herself to a kneeling position with her hands outstretched, ready to take his hands and flee to her closet in secret.