Greyson and Katie's Love Nest

[Greyson Ollivander]

This is my getaway

Living Room

Kitchen

Bath

Bedroom

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Stumbles to his door, reaching into the pocket of his jeans for his wand, and waves it once across the door. As the door unlocks he slams it open, and drags himself inside. Using his elbow to hold himself up, he somehow manages to move his way into the living room.*

*Staggers his way over to the sofa, peeling off his shirt, throwing it to the floor, and tries not to loose his balance as he yanks off his jeans, leaving him in his boxer shorts. After he's finished undressing he falls onto the sofa, closing his eyes, and wishes his hand would stop aching and the world would stop spinning.*

*Eyes snap open as he remembers the potion Willow gave to him to heal his injured knuckles. He rolls onto his side, reaches for his jeans, and fishes out the bottle from his pocket. As he unstoppers the bottle he remembers her telling him how badly his hand will hurt after he drinks it.*

*Raises the bottle, squints his eyes, and examines the tiny object. He shrugs, raises the bottle to his lips, and swallows the entire contents quickly, grimacing at the flavour.*

*Lays his head back down, and suddenly a warm tingly feeling creeps into his fingers. He lifts his head to look at his hand, the warm feeling turning into flames. As the sensation grows hotter, the cuss words begin to flow freely.*

*His eyes start to close on their own, and he can no longer hold his head up, sleep beginning to take him, even through the burning.*

*As he drifts off to sleep he can see Willow's green eyes behind his closed ones, and the colour of her eyes turns into dreams of the fresh new springs he loves so much.*

[Greyson Ollivander]

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*Wakes to the sun streaming in through the windows, his head throbbing, and an urge to go outside and take in all the wonderful greenness of spring.*

*Sets himself upright, stretching, and notices his hand is bandaged. The night before suddenly rushes back to him. As the memories flow he starts to shake his head at himself, unable to believe what a fool he made of himself.*

*Rises from the sofa, picks his clothes and the empty bottle off the floor and makes his way to the bathroom to wash up.*

*After his shower he wraps himself up in a fluffy black towel, heads to kitchen, searching for some juice and a cure for his headache.*

*Finds a glass and some pumpkin juice, no cure for the headache around, and remembers Willow.*

*The thought of her begins to make him feel a little better, and he sets about to find some parchment to jot down a quick thank you note.*

*He seeks out the necessary items for his letter and begins to write quickly. When he finishes the letter he whistles for an owl, one is usually perched in a window to his flat.*

*Watches a small barn owl fly in and stop on the table he is waiting at. He fastens the letter to the owl's leg and sends it off to her.*

[willow]

*After receiving his letter that morning Willow got ready for work, went by the Leaky for a morning coffee and was given a cloak.... and apparently it belonged to Greyson. So, Willow of course offered to take it to him*

*One little problem was that she had no idea where he lived. She spent about half an hour knocking on doors and this was the last on the block, and she hoped, for the sake oh his coffee staying warm this was his*

*She knocked with one hand, the two disposable cups of coffee in the other. His cloak draped over her shoulder*

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Is sitting on his couch holding his head, eyes closed, trying not to think of how badly his head hurts. Every muscle in his body is tensed from the throbbing pain. And he thought a little broken knuckle hurt.*

*Hears a knock at the door, wincing in pain from the sound, thinking to himself that this is what a canon must sound like.*

*Slowly, trying not to move his head, he shuffles to the door, pulls it open to see whom is calling, forgetting that he's only wearing an old pair of jeans.

*Squints into the bright light, one hand on his head, and barely makes out the figure of Willow.*

Hiya, Willow.

*He whispers, surprised to see her.*

[willow]

*Grins a huge grin as he opens the door, about to say something and lost that thought completely, instead thinking*
Holy mother of Merlin why... why does he have to look so good!?!

Umm.. Mornin Sunshine!

*She managed to spit out*

So I went to get a coffee before work and Tom thought I might know who this belonged to.

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*Whispers*

Head still hurting?

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Manages a small smile, and rubs his temple a bit.*

Mornin' sweet thang.

*He says softly, as she wiggles his cloak off of her shoulder, his eyes widen in approval of her outfit, completely disregards the cloak and starts to comment on her dress.*

Ahh.. Looks grea... ahem...I mean looks familiar.

*Nods softly*

A tad.. Come on it. Make yourself at home.

*Moves aside, carefully to avoid any further pain to his head, inviting her in, quite happy to see her again even with his head throbbing.*

[willow]

*She smiled sweetly and steps into the house, looking around a bit surprised at its cleanliness*

Nice place you've got here Greyson.

*Nods and sets down the things which were in her hands on a side table and takes a seat on the couch*

Come hither..

*Pats the space next to her and winks*

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Closes the door as she walks past, his eyes following her. The only word coming to mind...*
DAAAMN.

Thanks.

*What he actually says.*

*Manages a bright smile as she pats the couch, and moves as quick as he can over to the offered seat, sliding in next to her.*

*Lays his head on the back of the couch, turns his head to look at her.*

Nice of you to bring my cloak.

[willow]

Yup not a problem.

*Rubs her hands together to warm them*

Close your eyes.. and don't move.

*Smirks evilly and moves to sit on his lap, seeing as he was so darn tall she wouldn't have been able to reach. That... is what she was going to tell herself*

Now just... relax and go to your happy place.

*Laughs softly and begins to rub his temples gently in slow and steady circles*

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Smiles as he looks at her eyes, remembers why he had the urge to go outside and see the fresh green colours of spring when he woke up.*

K.

*Closes his eyes and doesn't move an inch.*

*Inhales deeply as her light body climbs on top of him. Oh boy, he is going to enjoy this.*

*Does as she says. Finding that his happy place is currently where she is sitting, adding on his arms wrapped around her, and er... well..
;D *

*Moans with pleasure as she rubs his temples. Right now nothing could feel better.*

Merlin, Willow that feels sooo goood.

*He whispers.*

[willow]

* inside as he wraps his python size arms around her waist*

Waatch those hands mister.

*Nice and slow she scoots in closer*

So you want me to keep going then...?

*whispers, biting her lip a li'l as he moans*

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Keeps his hands and arms still, snickering softly.*

*His breathing gets a little shallow as she scoots up on him.*

Mmhmm.

*All he can manage to say. Everything about her feeling amazing, from her rubbing his temples down to the way she's sitting on his lap.*

*Risks a peek at her, catching her biting her lip. He smirks a bit, knowing good and well that she's also enjoying herself.*

You are...

*Can't think of a proper word to top amazing, wonderful, or awesome at the moment.*

...words right now can't describe it.

[willow]

Fabulous.. yes yes... I know.

*Says sarcastically, still soothingly massaging his temples. A few moments pass and she comes to a stop, gliding her hands to his cheeks and frowns*

But guess what..

**drops her hands into her lap, pouting over what time it was, and the fact that she had to be at work in like... three minutes. Secretly trying to come up with a excuse to not show up*

[Greyson Ollivander]

*Smiles*

Yes you are.

*Eyes pop open when she stops rubbing, and takes in her frowning face. Furrows his brow, lost on why she looks so sad.*

*Wraps his arms a little tighter around her, gazing into her eyes, trying to read them.*

Wha'?