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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 14, 2009 1:39:28 GMT
*She pulls back with a smile at the sound of his moan*
Not in the middle of my shop, Ollivander. You never know who could just walk in unnoticed.
*Glances between him and the door and back again, implying his earlier enterance*
*She tilts her head with a curious expression*
About that date...
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 14, 2009 1:44:27 GMT
*Cheeks turn red at the thought of someone walking in on them. He carefully sets her back on her feet, his arms still around her waist.*
What about it?
*Lifts a hand, grazing her cheek with his fingertips.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 14, 2009 1:50:42 GMT
*She snickers at his blush, sure that she has one of her own*
What about it?
*She leans into his touch, grinning*
Oh, I don't know...when and where would be good places to start.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 14, 2009 1:53:49 GMT
*Laughs along with her because her laughter is infectious. He tucks a bit of hair behind her ear.*
How about this evening? Around six?
*Shakes his head, she can wait to see.*
I'll come by to pick you up, and then we can go. Where, I'm not telling, you'll just have to be surprised.
*Leans in, kissing the tip of her nose.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 14, 2009 1:57:13 GMT
*She playfully narrows her eyes as he kisses her nose*
But I need to know what I'm supposed to wear, Ollivander.
*Pokes his chest*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 14, 2009 2:02:36 GMT
*Steps back, eying what she is wearing now. She looks great, he wouldn't change a thing.*
You can wear that for all I care, you look amazing.
*Takes another step back, really paying attention to every detail of her appearance, his head slowly starting to shake.*
*Out of the corner of his eye he catches sight of the goggle display, and reaches a hand in, fishing out a pair. He takes a quick step closer to her, and slides the goggles over her head.*
Hmmm....
*Steps back, tapping his chin thoughtfully before grins.*
That's much better.
Sexy.
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 14, 2009 2:27:59 GMT
*She scoffs, raising her eyebrows as he deems her work robes acceptable for a date. As his eyes scan over her again, she feels her cheeks starting to grow warm. She's not really used to anyone so obviously eyeing her, especially not at the shop*
*As Greyson slips the goggles over her head, she can't help but roll her eyes and smile. She puts her hands on her hips and drawls*
Really? Then you should see me in the actual uniform. So much better.
*Winks*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 14, 2009 2:32:24 GMT
*Crosses his arms over his chest. He'd love to see that, she probably does look hot in Quidditch robes. He bites his lips at the thought, and remembers.*
I will someday, you owe me a match.
*Smirks, confident he's going to kick her butt in thier match.*
You can have a hint, one little tiny hint.
Wear something comfortable.
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 14, 2009 2:40:40 GMT
*Her expression turns distant as she scans through places that would need comfortable clothing*
*His comment about their Quidditch match finally sinks in and she looks up at him with a smirk*
Keep dreaming love, you'll see. I'll try not to win by too much.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 14, 2009 2:43:14 GMT
*Laughs, reaching out to ruffle her hair.*
Only if I let you win.
*Winks, poking his tongue out.*
Didn't we agree to make a wager on this match as well?
*Claps his hands, rubbing them together vigorously.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 14, 2009 2:46:44 GMT
*She gives him a mock annoyed look as she fixes her hair*
*Scoffs, eyes widening in disbelief*
You? Let me win? Don't get too cocky now.
*Nods, grinning*
Yes, we did.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 14, 2009 2:50:07 GMT
*Wiggles his eyebrows. He hopes that she has something good to offer, and ponders on what it could be for a moment while he gazes at her. There are so many wonderful things he would like the offer to be.*
What's your offer?
*Leans against the display on his elbow, stuffing his other hand into his pocket. He should probably let her get back to work soon, but he has to seal the deal first.*
Better make it good, or I won't throw the game.
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 14, 2009 2:53:33 GMT
*Shakes her head, narrowing her eyes*
Nice try. Yours first; age before beauty, mate.
*Gives him a dry look at his 'throwing the game' comment*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 14, 2009 2:57:52 GMT
*Can't help but laugh at her comment.*
No can do, I'm a gentleman through and through, witches first, love.
*Crosses his legs at the ankles as he leans against the display. This might take a while, so her might as well get comfortable.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 14, 2009 3:01:49 GMT
*She playfully sighs, leaning against the counter. Apparently they're both stubborn*
Nu-uh. The wager was also your idea.
*She sighs again, checking her nails and smiling. She's not going to say anything until she knows what his wager is first*
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