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[Tallia Gauthier]

*Leans in towards him, shuddering slightly at his touch on her leg*

I trust you. You've written a brilliant story so far; I'm sure the rest will be just as good.

*Licks her lip before slipping onto his lap, straddling him, before he has chance to complain*

You're my best asset, Rafe. You and your writing. I feel I should thank you in some way.

*Smiles wickedly at him*

[Rafe Hitchens]

*Speechless at Tallia's words that he gathers he must be imagining, he smiles like a goof and continues to stroke her thigh, going a bit further up*

I can think o' more than one way t'go 'bout thankin' me!

*Waggles his eyebrows*

*Suddenly looks uncommonly serious*

Make me a fully fledged journalist. I wanna be your staff, Tallia babe. I need the galleons-- I've just lost one source o' income and tats and booze are so bloody expensive, all right?

*Adds suggestively*

I'll work under ya or on top o' ya... Anythin' you fancy.

[Tallia Gauthier]

*Narrows her eyes for a moment, considering his proposal, very conscious of his hand on her thigh*

Alright then. I'll give you a try...

*Leans in closer, pressing her body against his*

But you have to promise to do anything I say....

*Smiles wickedly before pressing her lips against his, her eyes fluttering shut*

[Rafe Hitchens]

*Kisses Tallia back with sloppy passion, his own hazy eyes managing to shut*

*Hands already begin to wander from her thighs to her soft bosom*

Anythin' babe. I'll interview a Death Eater if you make me, babe. I need summat, ya get me? Just tell me wha' you need and I'll see t'it, little darlin'.

*Runs a finger through her hair*

I already have a brilliant idea, babe. You're right inspirin'...

[Tallia Gauthier]

*Takes a shakey breath as his hands wander*

I wouldn't suggest anything quite that dangerous.

*Smiles licking her lips*

Mm, and I have an idea too....

*Pushes herself up off of his lap and straightens her skirt before taking his hand and beginning to lead him up the stairs*

[Millicent Bulstrode]

*The floo goes green and out pops a crisp white envelope containing a black piece of card with beautiful white handwriting saying*

Dear Miss Gauthier,

You are being invited to the annual Winter Ball held in the gardens at Malfoy Manor on the evening of Saturday 24th October.

The theme for this year is 'Black and White'

Dress code: Formal

It would be a honor for us if you could attend.

Please direct all replys to Millicent Bulstrode or Pansy Parkinson.

[Tallia Gauthier]

Tallia pushed open the door to the office, shoving her wand back into her pocket. She had expected to be coming home alone tonight. She had even laid her clean, fluffy pyjamas out on her chair upstairs. Still, her present company was definitely an improvement on the plan.

Tallia turned, beckoning Theo in. At least they'd actually made it to her place this time instead of getting waylayed in an alleyway like before. She smirked, holding the door open for him.

[Theodore Nott]

::Glides into Tallia's place, smirking from the memory of their encounter in an alleyway. It is an added bonus they got here, it was hard for him to control his behavior on the way.::

Ahh... We made it.

::Eyes her suggestively, confident she has a good memory. Without releasing her hand, he begins to move about the small flat, pulling her closer. Her fluffy pajamas are plain to see, and he laughs. Though, her choice in nightwear is comfortable, she certainly has no need for any of that now.::

How sweet, you're all ready for beddie bye.

[Tallia Gauthier]

Tallia smirked, following him into her flat, kicking the door shut behind her. "Yes, we made it," she purred, looking down at her hand in his as they moved away from the door. She wasn't sure much longer she'd be able to hold on without pouncing on him though. He bought out a strange and wild side of her. She licked he lips.

Rolling her eyes, Tallia let go of his hand and picked up her nightclothes and quickly tidied them away into a drawer. "I didn't expect company," she said, tucking a dark curl behind her ear as she straightened up again. She looked at him, her eyes just drinking him in for a moment. It had been a long time since they were last here. She gulped. "So," she said, suddenly feeling a bit awkward.

[Theodore Nott]

::Watches the way she moves as she stuffs her things into a drawer, easily becoming hypnotized by her swaying hips. Hearing that she didn't expect her night to end up with him here, he smiles, pleased.::

It's nice to be unexpected...

::Watches the way she's looking at him, biting his bottom lip in agony of with holding himself any longer. This is why they only made it to the alleyway, Tallia is one pleasure Theodore cannot deny himself.::

Yes...

So...

::Moves swiftly to her, reaching out to ensnare her in his arms, enough with the waiting.::

[Tallia Gauthier]

Tallia didn't need any more prompting. As soon as she felt his arms around her, her own snaked around his neck, her fingers twisting in her hair. Pushing herself up on tip toes, she pressed her lips to his, her heart hammering in her chest. She had missed him; always did when she hadn't seen him for a while. It had been two months since she'd seen him on New Year's Eve and then he'd been completely immersed in another witch. Well tonight he was all hers.

Keeping her lips on his, she moved her hands from his hair and began pushing the jacket from his shoulders. They were definitely both wearing too many clothes. If they only had one night, as seemed to be the case where Theodore was concerned, she didn't want to waste any more time. "I've missed you," she moaned into his lips.

[Theodore Nott]

::Eyes roll into the back of his head the second his hair is curled around her fingers, the feeling of her nails along his scalp sends shivers though his body. This gesture makes his knees weak, there's nothing better than a witch's fingers in your hair. Tallia's sweet lips are a reminder to him that he will never pass up an opportunity such as this as he had the last time he saw her.::

::Helps her with his jacket, yanking an arm out before allowing it to slide off his other arm, and fall to the floor. A soft growl rumbles in his throat as her lips brush his when she speaks, his skillful hands finding the zipper of her lovely white dress, helping to free her of the fabric restraints. This is what he needed, a witch that knows everything he likes, and how to keep him coming back. It's a wonder he hasn't searched for her sooner with how badly he wants her.::

I craved you.

[Tallia Gauthier]

Tallia let her forehead rest against his as she bit her lip. The way he slowly undid the zip of her dress made her whole body quiver with excitement and lust. The further down the zip got, the more she could feel the dress slipping until finally it lost grip of her hips and fell to the floor. Pulling back slightly to look up at him, she ran her hands over the crisp material of his shirt before letting her fingers move to the buttons.

As she undid them slowly, she stepped out of the dress on the floor, simultaniously kicking off her high, white, patent shoes. Immediately she was about three inches shorter, but it just made things more exciting for her. Having to pause in the persuit of un-shirting him, she reached up, once again slipping her fingers into his hair, but this time to pull him down to kiss her. Her body reacted automatically, arcing to press against him. She needed to feel him, taste him. It really had been too long, and his previous words summed up the need she felt for him completely.

[Theodore Nott]

::Unable to tear his eyes away from her as she starts on the buttons of his shirt his tongue takes a quick swipe across his full lips. Tallia is certainly everything this wizard desires, and this moment has been waiting too long. A moan slips from his lips as her fingers once again find his hair when she pulls his lips to hers, and hungrily he answers her kiss, pressing himself against her while his fingers trace up her curving spine.::

::Her tiny frame feels perfect against his much larger body, adding only more fuel to his fire. Theodore loves a tiny little witch, it makes him feel big and powerful, in control.::

::Tears his lips far enough away from hers to manage a few breathless words.::

Bed...floor...sofa?

[Tallia Gauthier]

Tallia moaned against his lips, far too soft and kissable to be totally fair, as she felt his fingers on her spine. Every little move he made drove her wild and when she heard his words she almost melted. "I don't care,"she breathed in respose before pulling his lips back to hers. She needed to be touching him, kissing him; she felt she'd die if she didn't. Crave was exactly the right word to sum up the way she felt about him. She had craved him ever since she first met him all those years ago in Hogsmeage; ever since she had first kissed him, sitting in the wing backed chair in his father's house. She had been doomed to want him, and tonight was no different.