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Post by Sharon on Apr 4, 2005 13:17:24 GMT
The Central Hotel, established in 1887, combines the charm and legance of a bygone age, with the most modern facilities and services. The Central Hotel is aptly named. Located in the heart of Dublin, it is within easy walking distance of Grafton Street, Dublin's most fashionable shopping area and Temple Bar, famous for it's pubs, clubs & restaurants. Well-loved landmarks such as Dublin Castle, Trinity College, Dail Eireann (Our Parliament Building), the National Museum, the National Gallery, and the famous Guinness Brewery are all within walking distance. Many of Dublin's theatres, including the Olympia, Gaiety, Abbey, and Andrew's Lane Theatre, are but a stroll away.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Apr 16, 2005 11:25:25 GMT
Roy and Sharon run to the front of the biulding, slowing down to a walk as they reach the front doors
The doorman opens the door, Roy waits for Sharon to enter, before following her inside
After you M'lady grins
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Post by Sharon on Apr 16, 2005 14:00:49 GMT
She smiles at him and sweeps inside. Her smile and excitement grows by the moment.
Thank ye sir. Now, however should I repay such a gentleman?
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Apr 16, 2005 14:13:29 GMT
I'm sure I could think of something, but lets get a room first. He heads over to the registrar, and pays for a room
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Post by Sharon on Apr 16, 2005 14:18:13 GMT
She walks up next to him and, smiling, begins to become inspired. She begins to sing notes softly next to him, trying to match notes with the words that are quickly forming in her head.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Apr 16, 2005 14:26:14 GMT
He gets the key, and dangles it infront of Sharon's face while wrapping his left arm around her waist
Let's go, my darling
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Post by Sharon on Apr 16, 2005 14:47:00 GMT
Snatching the key from him, she turns around, gathering speed
Race you to the elevator!
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Apr 16, 2005 14:49:46 GMT
chuckles, then mock chases her to the elevator
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Post by Sharon on Apr 16, 2005 14:54:19 GMT
She runs to the lift and presses the button
Come on, come on
The doors open and she falls inside the car, against the back wall, she turns and looks at him, giving him a come hither smile
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Apr 16, 2005 15:08:03 GMT
Roy stumbles into the elevator, slowly crosses the elevator then as the doors close, wraps his arms around Sharon, kissing her passionately
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Post by Sharon on Apr 17, 2005 5:37:25 GMT
She spins him around and pins him to the back of the car. She begins to kiss his neck and gives it little bites.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Apr 17, 2005 11:58:55 GMT
He starts to caress her back as she gnaws on his neck
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Post by Sharon on Apr 17, 2005 15:14:04 GMT
She grabs his hands and pins them to the wall as well
I'm driving this train baby
She growls lightly as she captures his mouth in a deep, rough kiss
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Apr 19, 2005 0:30:41 GMT
Roy stands his ground pinned by the woman he loves
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Post by Sharon on Apr 19, 2005 0:34:58 GMT
The door slides open and she pulls him by the hand out of the car and towards the room. She turns and opens the door, turning back around as she begins to kiss him again.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Apr 19, 2005 0:45:27 GMT
They struggle through the doorway, passionately embracing each other, a foot strikes out closing the door a 'do not disturb' sign gets pushed under the door
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Post by Sharon on Apr 27, 2005 22:46:34 GMT
sometime later, after their lovemaking is done, they lay in each other's arms. Glowing as the term is called
My darling, I love you. The sun and moon both are jealous of the way I shine under your love. The stars combined could not match it.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Apr 27, 2005 23:41:36 GMT
You shouldn't compare me to Luna & Helios, they have a love for you, I couldn't dream of competing with. My love for you is but a candle compared to them.
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Post by Sharon on Apr 27, 2005 23:43:38 GMT
Nay, tis not true. They may love me, but your love for me is the only one that matters. It is what makes me happy, what makes me...me.
her fingers run up and down his chest, her cheek, resting on his shoulder
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Apr 27, 2005 23:53:07 GMT
Tis true, but as long as your happy my sweet, that's what matters most to me.
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