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thecapitol2014-12-23 12:28 pm
milieus) wrote in thecapitol2014-12-23 12:28 pm
It's all it will take, we'll go down in history
Who| Everyone in the Tribute Center (plus various Capitol citizens are in attendance)
What| A Saturnalia inspired extravaganza!
Where| A large, festive ballroom
When| Tonight!
Warnings/Notes| N/A? Let me know if this needs a warning!
Jennifer had spent weeks on the preparations for this glorious night, arranging for the food and gifts and music and dancing. Everything would be perfect, and she was certain all the attendees would have a marvelous time. And besides all that, this would be a perfect way to celebrate her husband's return to the Capitol! It had been weeks since Arturas had any time off to spend at home. Surely he'd be delighted by the fanfare and revelry.
The invitations stated that the party began promptly at 6:30, to bring an appetite, and be ready to dance. The attendees were instructed to dress in costume, to participate in the role-reversal theme of Saturnalia. Capitolites were to dress as Tributes while the Tributes were to dress in the most outlandish Capitol fashions imaginable. Jennifer herself was wearing a replica of the District 2 space costume, bedazzled and covered in crystals, for an extra glamorous kick, while her stoic husband sat at his table with his politician friends, dressed in an ice skating costume, a throwback to Arena 11. Clearly he had business to attend to, so it would be up to her to see to the party.
She made her way toward the entrance and prepared to greet everyone.
What| A Saturnalia inspired extravaganza!
Where| A large, festive ballroom
When| Tonight!
Warnings/Notes| N/A? Let me know if this needs a warning!
Jennifer had spent weeks on the preparations for this glorious night, arranging for the food and gifts and music and dancing. Everything would be perfect, and she was certain all the attendees would have a marvelous time. And besides all that, this would be a perfect way to celebrate her husband's return to the Capitol! It had been weeks since Arturas had any time off to spend at home. Surely he'd be delighted by the fanfare and revelry.
The invitations stated that the party began promptly at 6:30, to bring an appetite, and be ready to dance. The attendees were instructed to dress in costume, to participate in the role-reversal theme of Saturnalia. Capitolites were to dress as Tributes while the Tributes were to dress in the most outlandish Capitol fashions imaginable. Jennifer herself was wearing a replica of the District 2 space costume, bedazzled and covered in crystals, for an extra glamorous kick, while her stoic husband sat at his table with his politician friends, dressed in an ice skating costume, a throwback to Arena 11. Clearly he had business to attend to, so it would be up to her to see to the party.
She made her way toward the entrance and prepared to greet everyone.
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How on Earth could she say no to that? Wait, no. Jennifer wasn't a pushover. If she was going to do anything so stupid and reckless, she had to be certain he wouldn't turn on her. Not now, not ever. And as his boss... she certainly had enough ammunition to ruin his personal career if he tried to sabotage things for Arturas. Tit for tat. Not that it would ever come to that, right?
... She couldn't believe she was contemplating revenge schemes before even daring to take a lover. What kind of a woman was she anyway?
"I want everything." Jennifer said at last, eyes locking with Cal's. "You're right. You're not mediocre. You're exceptional. And I won't have anything less. And I won't accept anything less than your everything." She kept her voice low, rolling up onto her toes to whisper into his ear. It looked innocent enough to seem like she was sharing some gossip of her own. Totally innocent. Totally legit. "And I have to be your everything, too. I'm not one of your little tarts you find in the party scene. I'm a queen."
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"I can do that," Calendius promised easily, as if Jennifer wasn't asking him to completely change what had become a pattern of behavior. As silly as it was, as unrealistic, he actually believed it wouldn't be a problem. That somehow, if he had her, he wouldn't feel compelled to fall into bed with just anyone who met a certain arbitrary standard of beauty. It would probably be simple enough, he told himself. It was a habit, not some sort of behavioral addiction, and besides, it's not like any of them could compare to her anyway.
He glanced up and then down. They stood in an arch, which led to the terrace from which they'd come. He noted the decorative patterns in the glossy floor and the equally decorative greenery dotting the crown molding above them. One plant in particular stuck out. His smile widened to show inhumanly perfect teeth, those wrinkles around his eyes becoming ever more evident.
Abruptly, but with a certain playful brusqueness, he pulled her closer, closing the distance between them with little regard for her dress, or the paint smudged all over his chest. His artist had used fixative. It shouldn't have been a problem. In an instant, he placed a hand on her chin, leaning downwards and guiding their lips together. She was soft against him and he felt a little annoyed that circumstances limited exactly how far he could take this. When he pulled away, Calendius made a show of glancing up again at the decoration above them.
"You can be my queen, Jenny. I'll do whatever you want me to do."
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If Jenny had wanted to, she could have put a decisive end to all of this right then and there. She could have pushed him away, slapped him, cried out for help, any number of things. But she didn't and she wouldn't, not just because it was far easier to give in than to fight with him and herself, but because she wanted to feel Cal's lips against hers and wanted to know what it would be like to feel beautiful and loved and wanted again. And not just wanted by anyone, but wanted by someone who would swear to be loyal to her and her goals. She could be adored by the masses, but to be truly known and loved was another thing entirely.
When he finally pulled away and made a production out of glancing at the mistletoe decoration, she made her own show of rolling her eyes at him. What a pitiful excuse he'd found to kiss her, and yet...
"Your sense of discretion is horrendous, Calendius." Jennifer chided him as she took a deep breath. She made no attempt to leave his proximity, however, dangerous as it was. She too could use the festivities as an excuse to stretch propriety. "I require discretion. The moment any of this gets out, we're all ruined, all of us. I won't let this threaten my husband's career."
This. Apparently their conversation and subsequent exchange of saliva had a name now. Jennifer was reluctant to call it an affair. It wasn't an affair really so much as a lapse of judgment. But it had the very potential (and was, by nature of the agreements they were making there in the night air) more than a simple foolish moment of drunken revelry. Jennifer had full intentions of making Cal her lover and partner in crime, as it were. This required a full commitment from Calendius, and on her end, she would give him as much of herself as she could without ruining everything Arturas had worked for in his political schemings. This would not be, as she had stated, a simple office entanglement. This would be so much more.
The very idea frightened her to the core.
"I'm so scared," she confessed, pressing her forehead against his shoulder. The sweat from her brow and from his body transferred a bit of the paint, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Instead, she focused on his breathing, the way his skin felt against hers, prickling in the winter air, on the sound of his heartbeat. Her own seemed to flutter like a caged lark. "We can't stay here. We've been gone too long. They'll notice and someone will come looking. We have to be careful, Cal. We must."
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He wrung his hands, trying to clear the gel and temporary metallic dye from them to no avail. Oh well, it blended in with the paint decently enough. Jenny, on the other hand, wasn't so perfect looking anymore. On her cheek was an incriminating silver smudge. "You have a thing just there," he said blandly, pointing to the corresponding area on his own face rather than risking making it worse. "I usually carry a handkerchief or a towel or something, but there aren't exactly pockets in this thing."
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"You should go back inside. If anyone asks, I needed to reglue my lashes and I'll be in in a minute." She'd need to do more than that, of course. Truthfully, she needed to hyperventilate for a few minutes and maybe slap some sense into her head. What a perilous path she'd chosen. What a mess she was picking. And why? Why risk everything for him? As her dark eyes met his, the doubt in her gut seemed to vanish slightly, replaced with the thrill of lust and the unknown. How exciting it felt to feel wanted and worshipped. If only she could always feel that way...
Again, without thinking, she kissed him. Standing on her tiptoes, it was a bit of a stretch since he didn't seem to be expecting it. But it had to be done. Jennifer sealed her fate to Cal's, openly, willingly, and happily. It wasn't a chaste kiss either. It was as she was: needy, demanding, and passionate. And Cal would have no say in the matter this time.
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He couldn't stop himself from running a hand along her jaw, though. She already needed to wash up. It wasn't as if he were doing any more damage than had already been done.
As they separated again, Calendius licked his lips, unable to resist smiling outright. "One day I'll get a real dance out of you, Jenny. I promise it'll be fun."
The comment wasn't meant to be lascivious, but then, after that kiss he couldn't be blamed if some amount of innuendo had slipped in.
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"We'll talk later. Lunch or something." Her voice was soft but commanding. There would be no wiggle room here, no changing her mind about continuing then and there, no matter how he might bite his lip or pout. She had duty and obligation to guide her. She had a husband just inside who was, undoubtedly wondering where his wife was at that very moment. "Go on ahead of me. People will be suspicious if we walk in together like this."