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MSND [slowplay]

The sets are up, the house lights are dimmed, and the play is ready to begin.

[Actual production will be SP'd here. There will be an audience post tomorrow night, so the audience can react to what's going on onstage then. Have fun, go nuts, guys. Chat room is: MSND, but I have school and won't be on until tonight or so. Outline. Please use the scripts you were emailed. Important: ~~DO NOT SKIP AHEAD IN THE PRODUCTION. THERE ARE EVENTS PLANNED~~ OKAY I LIED. Please just post Acts I-III for right now, as there is something planned to happen at the end of Act III. Please just check in on this post to check for a cue.]

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"Is that why this body seems to know just how to--" he whispered as he slid a hand to her waist, bringing her closer to him so he could lean down and kiss the softness of her skin barely covered by corset, his tongue slipping under leather to taste the skin of her breast.

"Ahhhhhh, yes," she whispered, then moaned, not loud, but loud enough to carry beyond their alcove, arching her back, gasping for breath. "My dear lord...." She found him beneath the kilt, and began stroking, teasing, learning the ways in which his steed-- laughter here, from the depths of her mind-- differed from her husband. Warmer, more primal....

"Ah, my dear, you are too gentle," he crooned before sliding down to pull at the edge of her skirt. "And I am not in the mood for gentle."

"We must not mark the boy too much," she warned him, licking at the edges of his mouth, running one hand down his form's muscled arm, then giving a breathless chuckle as she applied her nails again, with more intent. She swung her leg back over his hip again, and worried at his earlobe, her blood starting to pool with growing lust.

With her skirt bunched around her waist, he pressed her against the wall and held her leg firmly around him. "Oh, my sweet Titania," he whispered before sliding a hand along her thigh to reach those dark mysteries of womankind.

She captured his lips again, growing savage with frustration, cutting her moans into soundless gasping, her hand opening and closing over him with more force. A Queen does not beg with words, or with actions, but she may bare her throat, and arch into the one touching her with skilled and sweet hands.

The furvor of his passion grew out of control as he sealed himself into her, ripping both King and Queen of the Fae out of their human steeds for a desperate dance in the dark shadows.

Lee, however, fell to the floor, unconscious.

Parker slid to the floor, far too aroused for comfort, confused, and a little scared. "What--" That was her voice, and now she could move her arms and legs without anything stopping her. After a second's confusion she crouched by the unconscious guy before her. "Lee? Lee!" She groaned, and rubbed at her face, trying to catch her breath. "God. Damn. Fairies."

Quick and frenzied, the fairies joined in mutual bliss before shrieking back into the bodies of their chosen steeds. There was Act Five to finish and they had never not finished a performance.

Oberon jerked back to his feet, holding out a hand to Titania to help her up. "You are exquisite, my love."

She took his hand and rose to her feet, then gave him one last lingering kiss. "My steed wishes to hurt you," she whispered softly, chuckling. "But not as much as she wishes to hurt me, leaving her wanting and alone in the dark." Titania stretched out her neck, then purred. "Revenge is sweet."

Hate. You. So. Much.

Free advice, my dear Parker, from one who is Queen to one who would be, in some fashion: Mortal lives are short enough that love may last as long as a human life. My lord and I must ever find ways to make our love new. You, denying what you already have, are throwing away coin you can not save.

"Mortals," he scoffed. "Well, shall we see how the play has progressed, dear one?"

"Let us watch the close of the festivities, and mock where we may." She took his hand, and led him farther backstage. "Our plots fall out better than we could have planned, my lord."

And better than you deserve.

Our promise stands?

...it stands.

And Titania closed her eyes, and put thoughts of Morpheus away as she walked into the shadows with her husband.

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