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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 3:13:53 GMT -5
The lack of substantial crowd did not deter him. Her safety did concern him. Especially when he helped her stand and it still took a minute before she wobbled.
"I would aspire to nothing less, Ms. Gleeson." With a hand at the small of her back, another twining with her fingertips, they were off, spinning about the dancefloor to the music. He was well versed in dancing, allowing her to follow him as if she were the centerpiece, the focus of the room. Spinning her here and there, it was not a long endeavor. It was late, she was correct. But he would get a dance with whomever he wished.
One last trip around the perimeter, and Marc dipped her lightly, before returning her upright. "Thank you, Ms. Gleeson, for indulging me. Now to get you home, and safely. Did you check a coat?" He asks, offering his arm to her.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 23:16:04 GMT -5
Summer did everything she could to keep up with him, and was doing surprisingly well considering that she was a very inexperienced dancer. Her face lit up as she allowed herself to look down at their feet and looked up until his eyes eventually met hers. For a man that she had been so adamant of avoiding at first, she seemed to be melting in his arms after a couple of drinks and a Prince Charming worthy dance session.
A girlish giggle fell from her lips as he twirled her, her black dress fanning at the bottom as she spun. Summer was never one of those girls who dreamed of becoming a princess, though she certainly was beginning to feel like one now. A blush formed across her high cheekbones at the very thought. What was she doing? Why was she allowing herself to get so caught up in something like this? As far as she was concerned, her work was a priority and he was a potential star to grace the presence of her set. Getting this wrapped up wasn’t ideal, though with that thought alone it only propelled her to keep doing what she was doing.
“I feel like a little school girl or something. Please excuse my two left feet.” She giggled, after a small excited noise as he dipped her. Assuming she was falling, she clung to him and brought their bodies incredibly close together as she regained her composure. The blush only deepened now. “Oh- I am so sorry.” Releasing him instantly, she nodded. Her pearly smile quickly took over the mild look of embarrassment as he offered his arm to her. She gladly accepted. “I just left my coat in the news van. I was here so early to cover the event that most of the staff hadn’t arrived yet.” She looked around, unable to catch a glimpse of any of the Gotham Live crew amongst the scarse crowd. “But it looks like my van’s already left…” She allowed her voice to trail off as she shrugged. “I guess I will just have to get it tomorrow then.” Trying to hide her annoyance towards her oaf of a camera man, she was sure the many glasses of wine she had would help her fight the cold.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2014 1:14:38 GMT -5
She was light as a feather on her toes. The alcohol might be to blame, or even her partner. But she was delectable in his arms. And he was the man to make her dreams come true. As they finished their circle about the floor, he unclasped her back. And brought her hand to his lips. His own lips brushing her knuckles.
"Your two left feet move gracefully, Ms. Gleeson." He added. As she panicked, he kept his hold on her. Red hair cascading down her back as she held tightly to him. This was not an unpleasant end to a delightful twirl.
"No reason to be. I should have warned you of my moves." Righting her again, he made sure the liquor had not gone entirely to her head. By staying close, he insured that. As she took his arm, he nodded, thinking on what she said. Gently removing her arm from his, his jacket was unbuttoned, and swung around her shoulders. "We will get you home safely, with or without your jacket." His hand placed her arm on his again, where his car was waiting for them both. Opening the door he made sure she got in safely, before following her and shutting the door.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2014 3:25:24 GMT -5
Summer felt a little foolish for not giving Marc a chance in the beginning; then again she had the influence of alcohol currently swirling around in her system. She wasn’t going to let him fool her, assuming that he was only equally as charming with other girls he had met in Gotham. Still, the attention was only boosting her already large ego and she planned to indulge in wherever the evening took her. After being deserted by her incapable crew, it would be nice to be escorted home in style rather than the back of a news van.
Giggling at his comment, she quickly regained her composure, though the blush remained faint on her cheeks. Sending a quick wave in the direction of the host before they had arranged to get out, Summer smiled as he draped his jacket around her shoulders. “But, what about you?” She asked, concerned before hugging that material too her. The winter air was fierce and the thin material of her dress did not to a good job of shielding her from it. “Thank you, I mean, for being so sweet. You certainly swooped in and saved my night.” She couldn’t think of many men her own age who would supply her with such and ample amount of expensive wine and then see to it that she managed to get home safely rather than taking advantage of her vulnerable state.
His car pulled into the circle drive and her face lit up; while she had expected it to be nice, she practically felt like a princess climbing into the car. A blast of warmth hit her instantly from the cars heating system and the seats were sleek and comfortable after spending the entire evening in heels much higher than she typically wore. “I don’t live too far away from here actually; I live in the apartments a few blocks away. I’m guessing that’s-“ She paused looking out the window to see a great deal of sirens speed past them heading in the location of her apartments. Various and massive amounts of police cars whisked past them at a rapid speed, resulting in the halt of traffic. Craning her neck to get a better look, she bit her lower lip. “What is going on?”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2014 23:09:19 GMT -5
He waved her off as she inquired about his jacket. "I'm fine. You are much more delicate and my concern rests with your well-being."
As they sat there, he smiled at the brown bag already placed in the car as well. The bottles of wine had been placed prior to their leaving. Fantastic. So when the car pulled away, he ran his arm along the headrest and behind her.
"No matter the distance I am true to my word, Ms. Gleeson. In your state I would rather no one be taken advantage of-" His eyes went to where she was looking. As he glanced back at her, she saw the shock in her eyes. Something was not correct.
"I don't know, but you are coming with me. I don't want you in that sort of situation. Circle around to Ms. Gleeson's residence. Then to mine." He directed the driver. If there was some questionable circumstance at or near her residence he'd take her home. She was too valuable an asset to leave in the muck of things. Especially in a city such as Gotham.
"Things will be fine, Summer. Hold me to my word." He stated firmly, his hand gripping her shoulder.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2014 18:00:50 GMT -5
She was smiling so much that the corners of her mouth were practically hurting. She wasn’t sure if her pleasant demeanor was simply alcohol induced or the company that she was in. He was certainly charming, but more than that he was pretty fascinating to be in the presence off. “Well, thank you. But I have endured many fierce Gotham winters, so if you need it back feel free to ask. Do the winters from where you are from ever get this brutal?” She asked lightly in attempt to keep the conversation alive.
She felt the presence of his arm around her shoulders. While she might typically swat someone away, he had been so helpful in providing her with an eventful night. Not only had he saved her from the unwanted suitors at the event, but he also went through the trouble of driving her home. Raised in a small town, she knew her mother would have scolded her to the moon and back if she had not acted anything less than polite to someone who went through that much trouble to resolve her night. Summer felt as though she owed him for his kindness, which was something she felt uneasy about. “Don’t worry,” She teased, “I would have made sure no one took advance of you either. Did you see that blonde in the corner? I thought she was going to rip my face off when you came up to me.”
The redhead laughed, beginning to lighten up a bit despite how the events prior to meeting him had gone. The bright sirens in front of her made her very weary of her situation. Of course, she automatically assumed it had something to do with her. Her reputation often help lead to her downside and this wouldn’t be the first time that she was targeted because of one of her scoops and stories. “I don’t know, maybe I should go home. You can drop me off a block away if you would like, I wouldn’t want you to get stuck in that mess. I don’t mind the walk, and I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” She said with a simple smile. Her hand rested on his leg, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2014 3:14:11 GMT -5
"In France? No. Not this bad." And he had forgotten such a warm jacket, prior to his extensive shopping trip. "Sometimes it is cold. Sometimes there is snow. But neither to the extreme that Gotham has given me so far." He grinned at her. "I will be certain to recover my suitcoat if I feel the need that it has gone running off."
As the car drove in silence, he looked down to her. A blonde? He had noticed many in his night, but not the one she was mentioning. "Then I owe you dearly for saving me from a dreadful time with her. Thankfully you accepted my offer. Perhaps you are my shining knight in the winter, no?" He was trying to make a joke, and no doubt failing. His laughter coupled with hers.
As the lights and sirens drew closer his head shook. He did not like the idea of her going back into a complex with no coat in this weather in such revealing clothing. "Let me look first. I would rather you stay the night with me. Safe until this mess can be sorted. I can return you in the morning home or even to your workplace." He was not alluding to anything sexual at all. Her peace of mind and safety came first. He could not allow her to just be dropped off with no chance of survival. He glanced at her hand on his thigh for a moment his gaze going to her mouth. His free hand brushed against her jaw faintly. No, he had made up his mind. She would not be set free in the cold and the questionable.
As his car turned near her home, he halted it and jumped out going to the nearest officer. He nodded several times as he shoved his hands in his pockets before heading back to the car. Rubbing both hands together he blew on them before ordering the driver to his place of residence.
"A fire. Arson, they think. They are still evacuating residents and looking into it. Most are being rehomed for the night. I was not allowed much more information than that. I apologize, Ms. Gleeson." He sighed heavily as his head leaned back to rest against their seat.
"I would not allow you to walk home from the event in those heels. They are meant for dancing, and short distances. Why women do not realize that I will never understand. For tonight you can stay with me. I have a suite at the moment while I am searching for an apartment. Anything you need I can provide for you. It is no bother, so I expect no protesting." He was firm with his words, quite used to women sighing and proclaiming they were fine, or could do something when they were really in no way capable. He had the means to take care of her in this slight inconvience and would do so to the best of his ability.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2014 16:51:25 GMT -5
Don’t worry, only a few more months and the snow should be gone. The wind will still be here, but it will be nice to be done with the snow and ice for a bit.” Talking about the fierce winter didn’t seem to distract her from it like she thought it might. His attempt at a joke caused a peel of laughter to stray from her red lips, but she gave him another squeeze. It was a charming attempt none the less, and she didn’t bother to correct him. “Sounds good to me, it has a nice ring to it. Summer Gleeson: your knight in shining winter. I can be your wingman and swoop in to save you from middle-aged, psycho women.” Whoever didn’t agree that accents were cute clearly hadn’t met Marc.
Summer was a little nervous at his suggestion. They had just met and while that was a well-known fact between the pair of them, she was weary in regards to the situation. “Oh I don’t know. I mean, I really don’t want to be any trouble” She attempted once more, but before she could even finish her sentence he had jumped out of the car. “Where is he going?” She asked the driver, who only shrugged as a response. Once he climbed back into the car she reached for his hands in attempt to warm him. “You are going to freeze and it is going to be all my fault.” She attempted lightly, her eyes growing wide at the news of a fire. “What? Are you serious?” Her mouth flew open in complete shock as she leaned back in her seat glancing up at the building. Her wing seemed untouched, but there was no telling in the darkness.
She forced a smile at his warm welcome, still in complete shock as she looked forward, part of her always wondering if that fire was intended for her. Summer tried to shake the idea out of her mind, though quickly began to crave another glass of wine to ease away the chaos. “I-“ she began, only to be silenced by his last statement. “Are you sure?” The redhead asked, though she already knew what his answer was going to be.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2014 0:38:52 GMT -5
He cracked a smile at her laughter. He didn't quite get American humor all the time, but he tried. His arm slipped around her and hugged her to his side slightly.
When he mentioned the aged women, he grinned. "I do not discriminate based on age. Sometimes older women can show me a thing or two. You never know." He winked at her.
When he had darted back into the car, his hands were being rubbed by her own. "I am not a frail flower. I come from robust stock, Summer."
Holding up his hand, he caused her to cease her questioning. "I insist. My suite has a bed, a lounge. I am not being fresh with you. I would rather you not be seen in your evening gown, in front of your home in distress. I can send you home in a car tomorrow with whatever you may need."
It was a few more minutes until they were at his hotel. Getting out first he held out a hand to help her out. The door to the lobby was opened for them, and he ushered them both to his suite. It was a rather open floorplan with an expansive bed, tv, wetbar, lovely view, and small sitting area. There was also a desk pilled with different papers and a laptop. His closet was sparse, but homed well chosen pieces. "My temporary home, Ms. Gleeson. If you want, you can shower. I will try to procure you a shirt of mine, if you wish." he also had a pair of sleep pants she could borrow. But with her tiny frame a pair of his boxers, or boxer-briefs may suffice instead. He had also grabbed her wine, and placed it in the small dinette.
"I am quite sure." He finally answered her after making sure the door was closed, and locked.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2014 21:06:10 GMT -5
“Oh no doubt.” She smiled playfully, “I tend to stray toward older men myself.” Summer winked back at him. He was still unbothered by the cold, which only made him seem even more independent and almost desirable. The wealthy socialite quickly put an end to her rambling and questions and finally Summer gave in with a weak smile. “Thank you so much, there must be some way I can repay you for your generosity.” The redhead insisted,
It took only a matter of time before they were at the elaborate hotel where Marc was currently residing. Summer had only stayed in a suite on a handful of occasions, so this was sure to be a lovely experience. Allowing him to lead her, many of the hotel staff greeted Marc warmly as his passed, the woman sending looks of jealous in the redhead’s direction that Summer was practically oblivious too.
“This is lovely!” She insisted once he gestured her inside the suite, rivaling the size of any hotel room that she had ever stayed at in both splendor and extravagance. Biting her lip, at the sound of a shower Summer almost couldn’t refuse. The reassuring warmth cascading the length of her body was sure to help ease her mind a bit when it came to the condition of her apartment. “If you don’t mind, that would be amazing. Show me how it works?” She asked, her voice implying an unintentional seduction that she was often oblivious too.
Summer started toward the bathroom, waiting for him to show her the particular method to turn on the modern case-encased shower before her. Leaning against the sink, she slipped out of her he high heels and began to remove her jewelry.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2014 15:32:18 GMT -5
"Have me on your show. Put in a good word about my liquor. My wines." He stated, hands shoved in his pockets. "Us 'older' men sometimes know a thing or two. And the gentleman your age must not be at that point yet. I'm in my mid-thirties, so I'm not ancient, yet." He didn't have grey which was nice. But a good head of greying hair at times made a man distinguished.
He nodded, showing her around the smallish (to him), space. It had a rather large, spacious bed, a seating area with tv, a desk and such.
"Of course." Walking through the bathroom, there was a separate Jacuzzi tub, toilet, double sinked vanity. One housed his own toiletries and sundries.
"There is a bath as well. I will call for a robe for you." Before sitting on the tub's edge he hiked up his trousers before leaning over to explain and show her the levers.
"The shower is a bit more complicated, Ms. Gleeson. Multiple spray heads, variations of intensity, warmth. You may have to toy with them if you so choose to utilize this." Noting she was removing her jewelry, he put a towel down for her to put them on the sink. It is something his father did for his mother.
"Anything else you may need? I will be in the other room checking a few work paraphernalia. I will set the robe here when it comes up." He motioned to beside her jewels before pausing and exiting the bathroom.
He had forgotten to mention it, but would later alert her to the heated flooring.
When the water would start, he would go to a room phone and call down to the desk for several items. Toothbrush, paste, brush, and standard feminine articles. A plush robe, size small. And if they had them, or could procure them, a pair of female pj's. And the possibility of a dress for the morning. Stylish. He gave the measurements he had guessed at, and waited for the door to knock with them. He would hang the dress and knock gently upon her bathroom door before setting the other articles inside. It seemed they had found a pair of tank and shorts set for her. Tags on. Black silk.
At least they delivered on their word. "The floor is also heated, Ms. Gleeson. I neglected to forewarn you of this."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 20:24:40 GMT -5
“I would be honored to have you on my show.” She smiled warmly, hoping that he hadn’t offended him with her comment. Suddenly, her eyes grew wide as she rushed in to do damage control. “Oh- no! I didn’t mean that you were older! That came out completely wrong…” Summer blushed once more, hoping she had not made a fool of herself, with the alcohol swirling around in her system and clouding her head. Even now she wasn’t totally convinced that entering a hotel with him was the brightest of ides
The hotel room was beautiful, but she was much more intrigued at the idea of taking a shower. The bathroom reminded her of ones she had seen in magazines, she smiled as he instructed her on how to operate the shower and she leaned forward to adjust it to the desired settings. “Thank you, I mean. For everything. You’ve been so sweet this evening, and you have certainly made my night.” The redhead gushed, leaning to leave a chaste kiss on his cheek before removing the rest of her jewelry.
Picking up on each minor detail as he prepared for her stay, she honestly wasn’t sure what to say when he asked if she needed anything else. “I think I am fine, thanks again.” As he left the room, she removed her dress, hanging it gently on the surface next to the sleek sink before stepping in and dousing herself in the warm water. A relaxed moan fell from her lips as she allowed the hot water to caress her body. Time flew and she was snapped out of her state of relaxation by a soft knock on the door.
Smiling at his comment in regards to the heated floors, she thanked him once again and turned the water off. Pulling the shower curtain open, a blast of cold air hit her body as she quickly reached for the fresh set of white towels that had been set out for her. Using one to pat her hair dry, she wrapped the other around her before starting toward the vanity. A pair of silk pajamas had been laid out for her, bringing a smile to her lips as she quickly slid into them. The material felt phenomenal against her porcelain skin and after unnecessarily straightening up the bathroom, she exited it with a smile on her face.
Tossing her slightly damp hair over one of her shoulders, her red locks were already starting to form back into their typical waves. Attempting a bit of light conversation, a soft yawn fell from her lips. “If your hotel room is lovely I can only imagine how gorgeous your home will be once it’s finished.” Slipping into the warm robe that he had provided for her, she already was insisting on paying him back. “Really, I don’t mind paying you back for going through all this trouble.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2014 14:09:44 GMT -5
"Thy lady doth protest too much." He claims with a wave of his hand. He'd taken the time she was in the shower to change into his own lounge pants and his undershirt- a soft black cotton v-neck. He usually slept unclad but with a guest he thought it prudent to clothe himself.
Sitting at the desk he had been responding to an email and hit send as she walked out. Ice blue eyes went over the garments he had chosen, noting they did fit. And quite well at that. He'd have to thank the concierge. Plucking the earpiece off it was simple enough to shut his laptop and place the object atop it to prevent loss.
He had chuckled when she mentioned age, leaning against the doorframe and shrugging. The kiss had been a sweet gesture as well.
Leaning back in the hotel chair he shrugged. "Have a nightcap with me. Or sleep. The fact you are safe is paying me back enough, Ms. Gleeson. Or saving me a few minutes on your show." Raising both hands, palms up he gave an indifferent shrug as to say either or would work.
Running a hand through his hair he contemplated opening the balcony door. But he could tell she had something on her mind.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2014 0:12:49 GMT -5
She couldn’t help but smile at his generosity. While it wasn’t a struggle for Summer to find someone as nice and charming, he often blew them off before giving them the time of day. She loved how persistent Marc was, this particular quality rivaling her own ambition. The redhead tried to refrain herself from sounding too willing, though her stubborn exterior seemed to fade with each moment that passed. She looked him up and down briefly, noticing his fit silhouette. “Thanks for the pajamas. They fit perfectly.” She smiled, giving a small twirl in the revealing satin material that tightly hugged her feminine curves before tightening the robe around her girlish frame. “You can have more than a few moments, I am sure Gotham would love to meet you, and what better way to do that than on my show.” The shower sobered her up significantly and she was not in the mood to go to sleep, especially after the excitement with the shower. “A drink would be lovely. Especially if it is that delectable wine of yours.” But Summer wasn’t exactly interested in the wine.
She sat down on the plush bed, rivaling the queen-sized that she had in her on apartment on the other side of town. The young reporter adored the set-up and modern decorations that surrounded the room.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2014 4:40:47 GMT -5
Glancing back at her, he nodded. "I've been told I have an eye for that sort of thing," he drawled, watching her as she spun in black against her creamy complexion. "I agree. Perhaps after this Gala nonsense is finished. I'm lookig to get some of my wine featured there." As she mentioned wine he stood with economy and walked to the small wet bar in his room. He'd made sure they had stocked it with wineglasses. He removed two from the small freezer compartement of the small fridge in this area and set them atop the counter.
He'd made sure to have her bottle of wine recorked and returned to him. Her, originally but as he'd brought her back to his temporary home, he had taken care of it. So with little effort he'd uncork the bottle and pour each glass and let it sit for a minute or two before bringing one back to her.
"As you requested, Summer." He'd rumble to her before sitting beside her on the bed and raising his glass to her own. "To a fantastic night and a new season on the horizon." As their glasses clinked, he'd lean in and press a kiss to her cheek right above her jawline. "For luck."
[Quality not quantity, babe.]
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