(P) Witch Weekly Head Office[7]

[Theodore Nott]

::Inches away from Tallia overcome with the need for her, and he finishes removing his shirt as he ogles her lustfully. There have been and still are quite a few witches in Theodore's life, but none of them make him feel more wanted than this witch right here, and that is why he will forever find himself in this situation with Tallia. He knows he's to lust after her for an eternity.::

::Now free from his shirt he quickly removes everything else, kicking his fine clothes aside on the floor in a heap before moving to Tallia again, pressing his now overheated skin against hers. Her name slips from his lips as they find her neck, peppering her with warm little kisses and nips.::

Tallia...

::His lips eagerly catch hers again, kissing her with passion and fury that is all Theodore Nott while his hands roam freely over every inch of available Tallia they can find. Slowly he begins to sink to the floor, pulling her along with him, hoping she's too caught up in the moment and will follow him.::

[Tallia Gauthier]

Tallia's breath came in short, shallow gulps as she watched him undress. He never failed to astound her with his sheer beauty. Quickly, while her hands were free, she ridded herself of the remaining garments. She felt shy standing before him like this, but it only added to the thrill; the nervous excitement racing through her.

She heard a small gasp escape her as he pulled her back to him, his skin so warm against hers. His lips on her neck were like a drug and made her head spin. It was almost a relief when she felt him pulling her down, not sure her legs would have been able to hold her much longer.

In a moment of clarity, she found herself being grateful that she'd taken the initiatve to clean the carpet that morning. It was soft beneath her skin as she lay back, her eyes tightly shut as she enjoyed the sensation of his lips. Sensing his enjoyment, she slipped her arms up and over his shoulders, her fingertip playing across his neck as she found the hair at the nape of his neck again. More than anything it was to hold him to her. With Theodore, she always felt that he was only a few moments from vanishing, but she wasn't going to let him escape this time. She needed him too much.

[Theodore Nott]

::Takes a moment to gaze down at her as she lays back on the floor before he resumes kissing her everywhere his lips can reach. When his eyes first landed on Tallia he expected the evening to end as such, and he can't help but be thankful for whatever Powers brought them together again.::

::Not wanting to waste any more time playing around with Tallia, Theodore positions himself comfortably over her while simultaneously beginning to put out the fire that is blazing between the couple.::

;D

[Tallia Gauthier]

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Tallia collapsed, breathless and clammy, on Theo's chest, her arms no longer able to hold her above him. For a moment, she lay perfectly still, feeling the little aftershock of her passion racing through her. He had said he would take her mind off her problems and he had certainly delivered. Taking a deep breath to try and calm her racing heart, she let her tongue run over her lips.

She wanted to say something, tell him how wonderful he made her felt, how she'd like nothing more than to lock him up here and keep him forever. Still, she knew that with Theo, none of those things made any difference. He'd still disappear with the light of day, just as he had done so many times before. She kept quiet, her fingertips moving softly over his warm, damp chest.

After a moment, with the last of her energy, she moved away from him to lie beside him on the carpet. She'd have to clean again tomorrow.

[Theodore Nott]

::Swallows, trying to catch his breath as his damp body rolls onto his side, Tallia's soft hand sending shivers through his body again. Yet again, the witch is fabulous in every way, and he watches her for a moment, taking in the way the moment they shared makes her glow a bit to him.::

::Slides a finger along her side, quickly growing itchy to leave, but pushes the feeling aside for the time being as he begins to tease her again.::

Whatever you do, don't use my real name when you write about this little adventure.

::Winks, chuckling, feeling very light and relaxed. For the first time in forever, Theodore has pushed away the longing to leave immediately after such experiences, and settles himself a bit closer to Tallia, taking notice how soft and comfortable the carpet is.::

[Tallia Gauthier]

Tallia took a deep breath as he ran a finger over her body, trying to keep her heart beat at a more healthy pace. "What name would you prefer I use?" she said, her lips twitching into a little smirk as she propped herself up on her elbow to look at him. She was hardly going to say it was a true story about the editor anyway. She'd make up some exotic name and a steamy title and set it in a far away country. That's what the Witch Weekly readers wanted, not normal little flings in normal little flats in normal English cities. Creativity was the name of the game and after that encounter with Theo, she had more than enough inspiration.

[Theodore Nott]

::Shakes his head when a light chuckle slips from his lips, maybe this is something she would write about, who knows, he's not too bothered by the thought. Another thought, however, does come to mind as he thinks of articles she could be writing about.::

Why haven't you run off to the Malfoy's? Their handmaiden was killed during a party a group of Death Eaters crashed.

::Gives her a knowing look.::

That would make for good reading, no?

[Tallia Gauthier]

Tallia sighed, running her hands over her bare stomach. "If it was up to me I would be. I heard about what happened, but apparently the readers of Witch Weekly aren't interested in real news." She had tried her hardest to do real reporting in the past, but the editors just weren't having it. The witches wanted it light and fluffy, not depressing and real life. She wondered, from time to time, whether she should work for a paper like the Daily Prophet instead, but she did so enjoy editing her own paper.

Biting her lip, she looked over towards Theo. She smirked. "I'm surprised you haven't left already. This must be a bit of a record."

[Theodore Nott]

::Blinks, realizing that he has been here far longer than expected. His eyes pass over her form before he nods, smirking.::

You're such a wonderful distraction, pet.

::Now feels awkward, like a spotlight is shining on him, and he bobs his head for a moment.::

Right...

::Gives Tallia a wink, pushes himself off the floor, and dresses in the blink of an eye.::

Can't wait to read the article.

::Pauses, looking to the witch, her body is more than enough reason alone for any sane wizard to stay. The fear of committing to more than a few pleasurable hours to any witch is more than Theodore can handle, and he gives her a friendly smile before vanishing on the spot with a loud pop.*

[Tallia Gauthier]

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Tallia magically unlocked the front door of the office as she and Caius approached, the lights inside igniting as she stepped over the threshold. The office was reasonably tidy for a change, although there was still a large pile of letters stacking up on the oak desk by the window. Fell hooted sleepily from his perch in the corner, annoyed at being woken up.

Pulling her cloak from her shoulders, Tallia turned to look at Caius. "Shall we go upstairs? The flat is much more... cosy than down here." She smiled sweetly at him, although deep down, she was still irritated. Most of all, she wanted a drink, and she knew the firewhiskey bottle was in the cabinet upstairs. Still, there was no point being rude. She would play the perfect hostess, and show Caius exactly what Theodore was missing!

[Caius Reppert]

::Needless to say, Caius was very excited. He didn't expect the night to to have gone so perfectly well nor did he expect to end the night in the company of a very very very attractive woman. They approached her office and quickly stepped inside. As Tallia slipped her cloak off, chills of excitement ran up and down his spine. A huge smile creeped onto his face.::

Of course! Show the way my love.

[Tallia Gauthier]

Tallia raised her eyebrows slightly at his pet name. Since when was she his love? Still, what did that matter right now. Pushing the door shut behind them, Tallia made her way to the stairs up to her flat. She glanced at him, motioning for her to follow before ascending. Once she'd reached the top, she headed straight into the little kitchen area just off the living room and pulled the bottle of whisky out of the cupboard. She wasn't going to hang around in getting drunk tonight.

Assuming that Caius would drink too, she picked up two clean glasses from the work surface and walked back into the living room, putting the glasses down on the low coffee table. Uncorking the whiskey with a small pop, she poured herself a large glass full before sitting down.

"Help yourself," she said with a wink, passing the bottle to Caius as she crossed her legs seductively. Usually she kicked her high heels off at the top of the stairs, but tonight she had left them on for effect.

[Caius Reppert]

::Caius's eyes followed Tallia as she crossed the room and sat down. He couldn't help but smirk. She was very very very attractive. She handed him the bottle of whiskey, winked at him, and crossed her legs. Caius's jaw nearly hit the floor as she openly flirted with him. Taking the bottle he poured himself enough whiskey to take a shot. He took the whiskey shot and then immediately poured himself another glass. He needed to be drunker than this.::

::Still holding the bottle of whiskey and his glass, he walked over to where Talia was sitting and plopped down beside her.::

"This is the best whiskey I've had in sometime now. Where did you get it?"

[Tallia Gauthier]

Tallia smiled, watching as her guest sampled her whiskey. "Oh just a little shop in France. I buy it there specially. Surpasses all others in my opinion." She smiled, resting her glass on her lower lip for a moment, watching Caius from beneath her eyelashes, before taking a sip again. "I like fine things," she said after swallowing, enjoying the burning sensation as the liquid ran down her throat.