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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 25, 2009 1:12:11 GMT
*Eyes widen with pleasure as she begins to remove her shirt only to widen with surprise as she disapparates to another room. It sounded like she appeared in his bedroom, and he roars with laughter.*
Good one, Bell!
*He calls out as he remains seated on the sofa. Greyson turns his body sideways on the sofa, his back resting against the arm, and crosses his legs at the ankles. He's making himself comfortable now that he feels safe and relaxed.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 25, 2009 1:18:51 GMT
*About a minute later Katie slowly opens the door, running a hand through her hair. She likes this shirt too, and hopes he likes it on her*
*Slowly walks out into the sitting room, hips swaying. She grins as she sees his relaxed position on the couch*
Hmm, no more room on the couch...
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 25, 2009 1:22:33 GMT
*Turns his head toward the sound of her footsteps, grinning ear-to-ear as he catches sight of her. He doesn't like the shirt on her, he loves it.*
Verrrry nice.
*Watches the way her hips sway with great appreciation.*
*Glances down at himself, and back to her, smirking.*
I'm sure we can find you a spot.
*Lifts a finger, and wags it, signaling her to come to him.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 25, 2009 1:27:54 GMT
*Raises one eyebrow, using a great deal of self-control to not throw herself at him with that comment*
*Slinks over to his side, barely out of reach. She scans his entire frame as if looking for a place to sit*
Really now? I don't see one.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 25, 2009 1:35:49 GMT
*Lifts a brow at her, wanting to grab her and pull her on top of him, but he doesn't.*
You don't?
*Smirks at her.*
Do you need glasses, Bell?
*Starts to move to allow her to sit.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 25, 2009 1:43:23 GMT
*Laughs, straddling his lap in one smooth motion*
Nah.
*Scoots closer to him, bracing herself with her hands on his shoulders*
This'll do...
For now.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 25, 2009 1:47:56 GMT
*Grins like he's won a prize, placing a hand on each of her hips.*
*Teasingly.*
I had a feeling it might.
*Gazes up at her with admiration, and jerks his chin upward.*
C'mere. I've got a secret for you.
*Eyes shine with mischief.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 25, 2009 1:52:33 GMT
*Narrows her eyes, suspicious because the glint in his eyes*
*Slowly leans closer, whispering*
A secret? I feel something already, you don't have to tell me about that.[/sub]
*Smirks*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 25, 2009 2:00:20 GMT
*Shakes his head, body shaking with silent laughter.*
You're a riot.
*Slides his hands up her sides to her shoulders, pulling her against his chest.*
I just want you close.
*Holds her against him, his face pressed against her hair, inhaling her sweet scent deeply. All he wants to do is hold her, know she's real, and not a dream.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 25, 2009 2:06:34 GMT
*Smiles, closing her eyes. She wraps her arms around him, as much as she can without suffocating him*
I try, I try.
*Sighs, completely relaxed in his arms*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 25, 2009 2:09:37 GMT
*His thumb caresses her back through the silk fabric, and his eyes close.*
And you are so wonderful at it.
*He stifles a yawn, now that there is no threat of Jolie cursing either Katie or him, Greyson feels spent from the lack of adrenaline running through his body. The warmth of Katie against his chest also has a soothing effect.*
*Sighs with contentment.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 25, 2009 2:15:03 GMT
*Mumbles, eyes still closed*
If I fall asleep, right here, and wake up wondering why...I blame you.
*Smiles*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 25, 2009 2:19:39 GMT
*Answers in a barely audible tone.*
S'fine, blame away.
*His breathing begins to even, and pulse slows.*
We can move if ya wanna. Bed's not far away.
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 25, 2009 2:28:01 GMT
*Snickers, not moving*
You lazy bum...
*Happens to ignore the fact that he can't move until she moves first- meaning they aren't going anywhere*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 25, 2009 2:31:36 GMT
*Nods as best he can considering his face is pressed against her hair.*
*Mumbles.*
I try...
*He takes a deep breath, releasing it slowly. Doesn't care if they move or not, Greyson is very comfortable where he is right now.*
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